transferenceI'd really appreciate it if you watched/favorited me there now.
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lost wantingLast night I tried to tell you how lonely our room has been, and how bare the walls and how cold the sheets. I tried to tell you how loud the silence can be when I never hear that knock on the door or the ring from the phone. I said how I've been painting pictures for days straight; pictures of oceans and skies and fields, so big and empty in black and white. I showed you the pile of canvas next to the side of the bed where you slept- dripping with my ink, not yours.lost wanting
Last night I tried to tell you how much I loved that I was always enough for you, and that you didn't get sad like I did. I tried to tell you how I miss feeling your
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A Dilitant Garden of HandsShe had been walking away, running away, tearing away from the cracks in the earth that followed her after he left. The night was all-encompassing and every new star in the sky was just another dead eye watching her and chastising her for fleeing. The only sound she heard was his voice echoing tales in her mind of the beautiful sunrise over the hand-garden.A Dilitant Garden of Hands
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," he kept saying. She tried to scream over his voice as she ran but no sound came.
With every step she took, she felt as if she was stepping on faces and arms and legs and bodies, for the ground felt like wet skin under her feet. Beautiful, be
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| My name is Maryssa. I want to grow up to be an artist, and write a small book of my short stories on an old typewriter. I want to fly. I want to have my paintings in a museum. I want to be remembered. I want to eat coconut popsicles with someone who loves them as much as I do. I want to tattoo people and swim with an octopus. I want to have my own little house, with my own tea kettle, and I want to live with my love and hear him play piano and guitar and I want to feel my face against the keys and I want to feel warmth seeping through my hands and I want to feel the paint pouring down me and I want to feel your fingers on my shoulder and I want to sing as loud as I want and scream and growl and not care who hears or who sees or who knows because I want to be happy and I want to be free and I want to be alive. |
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- Current Residence: Asilos Magdalena
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, Pan's Labyrinth
- Favourite band or musician: Deftones, Opeth, Agalloch, Disfiguring the Goddess, Cradle of Filth, I Composed a Flood
- Favourite genre of music: Metal, grunge, deathcore, experimental
- Favourite artist: Josh Izykowski, Michael Brack, Salvador Dali, Jared Hindman, Dave Correia, Mark Ryden, Gustave Dore
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Lewis Carroll
- Favourite photographer: Abi LaRue
- Favourite style of art: macabre
- MP3 player of choice: Gabriel
- Personal Quote: YOU EAT MEAT WITH YOUR TEETH AND YOU KILL THINGS THAT ARE BETTER THAN YOU ARE.
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And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes
Then we'll finally be free, and I'll know I've made it home.
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And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes
Then we'll finally be free, and I'll know I've made it home.
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Visualization is Materialization
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And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes
Then we'll finally be free, and I'll know I've made it home.
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For once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and to there you will always long to return.
-LDV
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And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes
Then we'll finally be free, and I'll know I've made it home.
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