If I ever being to feel as though,
I have forgotten what love looks like,
What warmth feels like,
I will remember the look in my dog’s eyes,
As she placed her paws on my stomach,
Looking up at me with love,
Pure, raw, bright love.
Love that has not been hurt,
Been distorted; been altered,
And I will remember the joy racing through me,
The intense love for this furry friend,
The joy she has brought to me,
When I could not find my own,
The strength and happiness she has lent me,
When I fall to my worst.
My dog never sees the illness,
Or the shameful things I have done,
My dark days do not scare her,
She does not see my time in the hospital,
Nor the warped perversions my eyes see,
When she looks at me,
All she has, all I see,
Is simply love.
your hands are a cemetery / your mind is a funeral / your lips are a eulogy for the damned. horror reigns free / your crown is made of bones & your throne from corpses. youth’s innocence is lost / wrought from the temptress’ lips with searing revenge & unimaginable bloodshed. tell me, are you free now with the chains encircling your wrists ? // indie kieran wilcox from mtv’s scream, written by rory.
Everytime I compliment an artist and they never reply I always get super paranoid that I offended them somehow? like what if I miss worded ‘I love your art’ or 'do you have a shop? :D’ .. It might sound sarcastic but honestly it makes me paranoid x) Id hate to think I accidentally insulted someone D: