Oh, How The Dead Girl Rises by QuarantinedDreams, literature
Literature
Oh, How The Dead Girl Rises
I guess it's a kind of strange feeling, wandering around in and out of people's thoughts, seeing their imaginations run free all around you. They told me it's dangerous but most of the time I wind up feeling bad for these poor souls, all they want in life is for someone to love them and care for them like a mother would. Some of them probably didn't even have mothers, much like I don't, but I don't prefer talking about myself. But if there is a God, I wonder if I'll ever meet him? I mean, I'm almost dead, and I'm his personal chauffeur of death, so I must be close to meeting him someday. Why on earth he chose me to do such an outrageous job i
She Is The One... by QuarantinedDreams, literature
Literature
She Is The One...
Can it truly be so?
Though the thought is haunting, disturbing, borderline inappropriate, it has its own mesmerizing quality.
Can it honestly be reality?
Oh, why yes it can dear girl, it can be quite frighteningly real. Is this monstrosity truly me? Tell me this girl: if it wasn't you then who would it be? Would it be the boy across the street? Would it be the poor man that lives under the willow tree? Would it be me?
No, I suppose not but-
There is no such thing as "but" dear girl, there is only such a thing as "yes" and "no". There is no in between.
How is that so?
It is so because I say it is so.
What authority do you have over t
Oh, How The Dead Girl Rises by QuarantinedDreams, literature
Literature
Oh, How The Dead Girl Rises
I guess it's a kind of strange feeling, wandering around in and out of people's thoughts, seeing their imaginations run free all around you. They told me it's dangerous but most of the time I wind up feeling bad for these poor souls, all they want in life is for someone to love them and care for them like a mother would. Some of them probably didn't even have mothers, much like I don't, but I don't prefer talking about myself. But if there is a God, I wonder if I'll ever meet him? I mean, I'm almost dead, and I'm his personal chauffeur of death, so I must be close to meeting him someday. Why on earth he chose me to do such an outrageous job i
She Is The One... by QuarantinedDreams, literature
Literature
She Is The One...
Can it truly be so?
Though the thought is haunting, disturbing, borderline inappropriate, it has its own mesmerizing quality.
Can it honestly be reality?
Oh, why yes it can dear girl, it can be quite frighteningly real. Is this monstrosity truly me? Tell me this girl: if it wasn't you then who would it be? Would it be the boy across the street? Would it be the poor man that lives under the willow tree? Would it be me?
No, I suppose not but-
There is no such thing as "but" dear girl, there is only such a thing as "yes" and "no". There is no in between.
How is that so?
It is so because I say it is so.
What authority do you have over t
Does this mean I'm wierd?
Does this mean I'm strange?
Does it make me any different if I stray away?
All the hate and pain I get
Brings you no remorsing regret
How can you even sleep at night
Knowing what you've done isn't right?
Do you like when people cry?
Will you laugh when I die?
There are so many questions I have to ask
It seems like such a simple task
To go and break me down
With an eery frown
Looking out for the final blow
For all I know and love today
Might be just the start of the parade
Don't mind me asking but I can't seem to find
Why you laugh when people die.
I hear you rambling
About the world ending
While time passes by
As I say "Why?"
"Good morning sweet revenge!" I cry
To the full extent my lungs will pry
Until the day you rest in peace
I don't think I'll ever get my sleep
All I ever do is dream of you
Endless thoughts of killing you
All I can say is "How do you do?"
Unto the light comes shining through
"Good morning sweet revenge!" I cry
For ever more until you die.
Hi!! I'm rather not that interested in dA anymore as you can tell I haven't been using it like ever whoops haha
I'm not really much of an internet person anymore I suppose?? I really only use tumblr and skype so I'm super sorry if you message me on here and I don't reply or I reply like three months later I'm just not interested with deviantART anymore. I haven't decided to pursue art in my life, I rarely even draw for fun anymore, but I would totally love to catch up with anyone on here that I used to talk to! So really the only way you'll probably get through to me is on my tumblr which is: http://deplorability.tumblr.com/ unless you don't
Stolen from tumblr, have nothing else to do while procrastinating homework.
Favorite:
1. Band: Imagine Dragons
2. Singer: David Stephens and Hayley Williams
3. Movie: Spirited away
4. Song: "Cough Syrup"
5. Series: Idk American Horror Story or Harry Potter
6. Tumblr: I really like Airinn I've been following her since I got a tumblr and her art always makes me smile ;u;
7. Person: Oh gosh uhm my one friend has always been there for me so I guess her
8. Place to travel: Alexandria, Virginia
9. TV-character: Lana Winters
10. Model: Idefk I'm pretty gucci so I guess me
11. Website: Tumblr
Hey so I've been inactive as fuck. I just really keep forgetting to draw lately + I haven't been drawing anything all that well, mostly just doodles in school. Freshman year isn't what I expected at all, it's actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be so I've been pretty busy. I have on thing to upload that isn't all that bad but it could be better, but I'll upload it anyway because why the fuck not.
Also I'm still boyfriendless sighs
But there is a guy that I like and I'm planning on telling him soon so that's that.
Also, Merry Christmas!!!