Expression Bleeds
My thoughts hidden in the form of words.
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She leaned over and kissed him—a soft, cool, delicate kiss, whose voluptuous sting penetrated his whole being-then she moved away from him. He followed, and took her in his arms, just holding her close to him. She put her hand up to his face and pressed his cheek against her own. The action was full of love and tenderness. He sought her lips again. Then he drew her down upon the sofa beside him and held her hand in both of his.The Awakening by Kate Chopin
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Just took my fifth and final AP exam for all of eternity. Now I get to lay back and wait for graduation. :D
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Photo reblogged from FallingWater
Honey, I don’t know what Stats review you’re doing, but by no stretch of my sleep deprived imagination am I smiling while studying.
Princeton Review, please.
I should sue for false advertising. -
I wish he could see what she does to him, and how it doesn’t have to be that way. I wish he would realize there’s someone out there who’s worth his time. Why doesn’t he understand? He deserves so much more because he’s worth so much. His words reveal his utmost intimate feelings as she just throws them away; ignorant to their true bliss. There is someone who would piece the words together and shine them back towards him - that person out there cares, and they have a heart. A heart they would gladly give to you.
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Hey daddy
Why you so mean?
Hey daddy
Why are you saying those things to me?
Hey daddy
Im your fucking daughter
So suck it up and be a father
Hey daddy
Time is running out
Cant you see
You’re killing me
With your words
Screw the actions
I know they’re fake
My feelings are real
So why are you throwing punches
Hey daddy
May I ask whats wrong?
Your cold embrace
is a little too strong
Hey daddy
They say words can never hurt me
I beg to differ
Hey daddy
Look at these scars
They’re not from sticks or stones
Hey daddy
Go find your soul
Because it’s not here
You make me want to run away
This place you call a home
Is a fucking torture chamber
Hey daddy
Lost in your lies
Ive found the truth
It’s that I care
And you were never able to
Hey father
Why do you bother pretending?
They may not see behind your eyes
But I know your lies
They’re darker than your sheets
Stained with blood
From a million virgins
Hey father
I’m all grown up now
One million times stronger
Thank you for the years you gave me
I shed a thousand tears
Now I’ve found myself
Something you were never able to do
Hey father
Time has run out
And it’s too late
To claim me as your daughter
Hello fake father
I am no longer
Stuck in the past
as I know you are
and will be
forever
sorry daddy!
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I have way too much on my mind. You see, night is the worst time for me; it’s when my thoughts feed on my everlasting anxiety which creates endless scenarios in my head - these scenarios are never good. I’m what you would classify as a deep thinker who worries about the past, present, and future. I wish I could simply relax like normal people do, if only for one day. Maybe then I could get some sleep. In the meantime, I’ll just go make some more coffee.
