*cha cha’s real smooth away from academic responsibilities*
Do not be fooled, I am not that cute in person. I actually resemble a potato. My selfie game is just hella strong.
i finally open up to you and all you say is “YOUR ORGANS ARE ALL OVER MY CARPET”????? wow i cant believe this consider this friendship OVER
remember when gagas perfume had higher first week sales than the iphone 5
My mom wants to know why I draw so much “dark” stuff like demons and dragons and such but why she never see’s me draw Angels.
In my 18 almost 19 years of life, I have seen no Angels. There has been no one here, to protect me. To fend off the monsters at night. To take away pain that I felt so regularly. I was naked and blind against the cold of the darkness. There was no one by my side, to keep me company. I was just, alone.
In my 18 almost 19 years of life, i have seen many Demons. Monsters. They have taken the form of things, sometimes more scarier then the ones I would see on tv or read about in books. Demons would take the form of bullies. They would become the words so skillfully used against me from people of my own family, shooting at me like daggers from an army with exceptionally good aim. The monsters would become the flaws I detected when I looked in the mirror. The endless days of starvation when swallowing a spoonful of food make my heart ache and eyes swell. The razors i was so deliciously addicted to for so long. The man who took advantage of me, when I had only lived a decade on this pitiful Earth. These demons, are infinitely scarier than the ones I read about. Sadly however, i have grown accustom to them. They are all that I have known. Please do not blame me for wanting to draw something with small eyes and sharp teeth, with claws designed only for one thing. Because I am not scared of those monsters. The monsters I am scared of, are the ones that sleep in houses, wear a body suit of flesh and don’t realize they are monsters at all. The monsters I am scared of, are the ones hiding inside of me as well.