PHQ: Mission 1.1 [Lianne]The red-brownish haired girl looked at the map in her hand as she went up to the floor her mission took place on. Lianne ran her fingers through her hair to untangle them as she held another the map in her other hand.More Like This
"What kind of map is this?" She mumbled as the elevator doors opened. The halls were quite dim. She chose to ignore the silly map, and went down one of the halls.
Looking left and right, she saw doors almost everywhere down that hall. "Must be some kind of trap... I'll use another hall." She said to herself as she walked away from that hall. Little did she know that that hall was the only hall on the entire that was 'trap free'.
The hall she went through had several paintings and one of the lights flickered on and off. She looked at the paintings as she twirled her scissors in her hands. "The eyes seem to follow you. It must be one of those trick paintings."
Lianne walked away from it. The people in the paintings grabbed the frame of the painting and seem to pull themselv
PHQ Secret Santa! [Sign-ups Closed]UPDATE:More Like This
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Contrary to the rather dark atmosphere of the group's themes overall,
I'm sure you all still have spirit in you...!
---AHAHA, or you know, holiday spirit.
Let's celebrate it >U
Sleepy RomanceSleepy RomanceMore Like This
Most think of romance as gowns, suits, and ties,
Ballroom dancing, kissing in the rain, and holding hands in the park;
And while I think of these things too; what I imagine the most are a woman’s eyes,
As I wake up from a peaceful slumber, and in front of me is a work of art;
No makeup, disheveled hair, and her beautiful orbs sleepily looking back at me,
And this is when she’s most beautiful; when she’s in her most natural state,
But the most incredible is how she’s saying so much, without even having to say anything,
Those perfect eyes say all that needs to be said; they orchestrate our future and imagine our fate,
And we have yet to speak; we just drink in each other’s features,
While the sun gently peeks through the blinds,
And I just admire the goddess which is this incredible girl,
Just thanking my lucky stars, and a power even greater than myself that she’s in my life;
And we just stare at each other before I
Think of This..You want to end it?More Like This
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
So, so wrong.
Your younger brother, the four year old little boy that you loved so much. He walks into your room, only to find you hanging there, lifelessly. Only to find you with dried tears on your pale face. Only to find your suicide note... the one you left right before you died.
And so he runs in tears to your mother. And she reads the note, barely able to brea
dichotomy.i.More Like This
there’s a monster inside of my head.
it moved in four years ago, but they say it’s always been there. my daddy has one. so does his mom.
they say that’s where i got it. dad says grammy’s monster made her beat him until he was seven. dad says his monster made him drink until he blacked out, for twenty years.
they all say, “don’t let it in.” they all say, “it’ll control you, because you are weak.”
(actually, they say “vulnerable.”)
they tell me its name, so i can paint it on my wrists, on my forehead, along the curves of my ears. keep out. no BIPOLAR DISORDER allowed. they say it notices loud things. capital letters, for one. or crying children. or hatred. or fear.
they do not tell me what it’s like to see it. they do not tell me what’s it like, to feel it burrowing under your skin.
when it came to me, i pleaded with it. i said, “please go away,” and it didn’t listen.
tell a liei. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their sizeMore Like This
they tumble through sharp mountains
but they never, ever stop
ii. i can rush and pick up sediments
and disperse them where i wish
iii. i'm lying -
i knew you saw it anyway,
there's seaweed in my fingernails
and salt on my breath
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsMore Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever