When i say, “i miss you”,
I really do mean it. I’m not the type of person to only say those 3 words when i need something from you. If I tell you that I miss you, it means that you mean a lot to me. Not only does it mean that you have positively impacted my life, but it also means that i want you to stay. I know people come and go, and that’s life, but I’m going to be honest, I want you to stay in my life.
lets just be clear, if you spend the time baking a cake/cookies/brownies, you can eat as many of them as you want and the calories don’t count. you made those calories. you’re their god.
disclaimer: this does not apply to children you have made
why would anyone not believe dinosaurs existed when all of the evidence is right in front of you
She paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist.
She paints a pretty picture in a color that’s blood red.
While using her sharp paintbrush, she ends up finally dead.
The pretty picture is fading quite slowly on her arm.
Blood no longer runs through her, she can no longer do harm.
Yes, she painted a pretty picture but the story has a twist,
you see, her mind was her razor, and her heart was her wrist.