Monday, July 11, 2011
2nd earlobe piercings again
and 3rd lobe. on my left ear.
Friday, July 8, 2011
♥ 'they want me to fall they want to see if i make it, got my back to the wall head to the sky no I wont let them break me'
I am thoroughly grossed out and disgusted.
On the bright side, It is raining, toto LOVES rain, she chirps and poofs up and dances around with rain <3 on the bad side? it keeps knocking the internet out. :/
Song title is a lyric from Great expectations by Diggy
Monday, July 4, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Psh, I never post two days in a row, This has to be the first time I've ever done this, I have nothing to write about though XD
Toto is still molting, Darianne is coming in about 40 something days <3333 We're camping the first week of august, Darianne's birthday is in..Four days, and being the amazing girlfriend I am I have no birthday present. XD
Most know my camera is broken, But I managed to get those pictures of Jack above. I miss him D:
Blogger ate half of this post the first time, Lets see if it works this time:
We've been in virginia for about 3 months now, its been fun! being near cousins, going to school for the first time ever, (love school) all the friends. We love it.
I'm not writing this post again..>.>
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
One would think paint tried to kill him by the way it dripped off of him, in a murky pool of brown and black.
Eyes devoted to his painting, their emerald green fierce and bright. A ghost white face splattered in any color imaginable, Sunshine Yellow, Sapphire blue, Ruby red, Cotton candy pink. As he painted in a mad hurry of some sort, His clothing looked like at one point it was a rich maroon shirt, with a pair of bleached jeans. But now stained in the colors of the rainbow.
His paints all lined up neatly, Organized by color. The blues, then greens, then yellow, then orange, then red, then purple. Any color you could imagine was there, all carefully contained, so that none mingled, Bottles sorted by shape and size, it was clear there was an OCD role in the way he did things.
His emerald eyes so focused on his painting, the world could burn in ruby fire and he wouldn’t notice…his frail, sharp face held in a mask of concentration.
And thats all I have