Sorry For The Atrocious Quality! I'll Hopefully Record A Better One Later This Week. Thanks So Much For

chacen van genderen 

lina gordievsky

Merry Christmas!

Hey, everybody! Sorry I've been gone so long, both here and with my phone. I've been doing a lot of writing music and a lot less poetry, so I might change the general attire of this blog soon. I hope you lovely people are having wonderful holidays, and that whatever it is you celebrate went incredibly well. I, myself, celebrate Christmas, and it was a total blowout for me! I not only got the freaking beautiful BOSE headphones that I asked for from my grandparents and uncle, but also a gorgeous mini-speaker from my parents (also by BOSE) that connects via Bluetooth. It's ridiculous how spoiled I am. :3 Let me know in a message what's been going on with you guys! I may or may not have my phone around, for those that have my phone number. I'm visiting a lot of family, and it's been a bit exhausting. Sadly, I've become unable of going to sleep before midnight without doing something, and this just happens to be it tonight. Also, there will be a sledding "party" (could you imagine me actually throwing any kind of real party? That would not go well at all.) after school someday behind Aurora High School. All are invited. It will probably be during exam time, so we can all go to our exam and just bring snow gear with us and then use it to the edge of its spontaneous combustion from pure awesomeness. I wonder if any of this is actually making sense right now.

TL;DR -I'm not dead -I probably won't have my phone for a bit yet -Sledding at my school during exams

the westborow godhatesgoths website’s ‘warning signs that your child may be a goth’ is my favorite thing because

yeah getting doctor who pins is considered “goth”

oops i guess thats all of you

i..

didnt you use the internet to create this website…?

…

breaking news: shakespeare may have been a goth!

what

are you even..?

yeah people that try to make friends are goths

wow

WOW

Little thing I wrote

Everything is silent Her bed-springs creak as she sits up; The fresh November breeze tickling her spine The room is dark Her hands skillfully search for something with which to cover herself; Going through the well-practiced motions The door creaks behind her It locks smoothly as she turns to take it in; The night for which she so longs Her eyes are tired Though her face, her body, her aura, all come to life; Her entity awakening from the daily sleep She is in complete control Her mind gluttonously takes in deep spoonfulls of the stillness of it all; Her lungs greedily absorb the crisp autumn air The moon is working hard The reflection of himself portraying her path as she perceives it; The sun guiding her, though unseen An elderly man approaches His eyes linger on hers, uncertain of their paths; She peers into his soul He radiates regret Her soft, warm smile greets his with nonverbal pleasantries; Their minds meet at the definition of understanding Vexed by a sound A crack in the wall of silence robs her of her attention; With dog-like ears, she follows where they lead A stream reveals the rocks Those that slow and split the water; She loves how they control the chaos Her chest rises and falls The freshness of the water stealing her mind; Like a drug, makes her forget reality A new tree has been planted Her feet are roots, her arms are branches; She falls somberly, passively among the copes

rory mcmahon

Take the Bullets Away - We As Human

ethan

artist: angela mckay