Dont bother because im not worth your tears.

babyscreamyourheartout:

• Fat.
• Ugly.
• A slut.
• A slag.
• A whore.
• Bitch.
• Stupid
• Not good enough.
• A freak.
• Weird.
• Worthless
• Fag

I want to know if people are called nice things more than they are bad.

Don’t have a favorite food…. o.O

Well this is a short paragraph from one of the two stories I’m writing. This story A love once lost about an unlikely couple living in the middle ages.

My lover and I are what you would call, an unusual pair. HE is a 7 foot tall MASSIVE werewolf with thick brown fur, piercing yellow eyes, paws that could crush my head in a matter of seconds, huge claws that could rip apart any animal without effort and sharp teeth that make a dagger seem like a butter knife. When he is in his creature form, by the light of day or a crescent to half moon when he can control himself Victor is stunning. He has long breath-taking blondish brown hair that kisses his shoulders, blue eyes that outshine the brightest of constellations, and a not- too- toned body. That is quite alright with me though, he was all brawn by the light of a full moon, and with him I felt safe. He literally lives in a cave, 10 miles away from my Father’s castle estate. I am a 5 foot three inch tall creature of the night. My red eyes aren’t an angry scarlet like my Brother’s but a calm maroon, I have long wavy black hair that reaches down to my navel, and whiter that white skin. You can our affair a forbidden love because our kinds do not agree and invoking with one another would be considered a scandal. Then again, werewolves only marry other werewolves and my kind is limited to demons, sorcerers and other vampires. Regardless we are in love and will keep this romance in secrecy until the day Victor or I perish. 

OF COURSE my boy friend comes to mind when i think of this. I cant really think of how i can get creative with this but okay. how about a poem i wrote for him?This particualr poem describes two things i love, music and my Joe<3 okay here it is.

                    You are the music to my heart’s symphony,                                

                                 The notes written across the page ,

                                    the memories that we make,

                   Strewn across the staff like the days of our life together,

                                         Your eyes meeting mine,

                                Keeping me staring, keeping perfect time;

                                We work perfect together you and I,

                                          You a child of the song,

                                           Me a girl of auxiliary;

                      You croon the words while I play the music beautifully,

                           So let me accompany your voice forever,

                                 In actions when we are together,

                                             In spirit when away;

                                              The melody we play,

                          The music to my heart’s OUR heart’s symphony

I feel obligated to explain a little. My  love Joe, is a great singer. HE is infact in our school’s chorus program. I myself am an instrumentalist, and your typical band geek I guess you can say. that’s where the word auxiliary comes from in the 2nd stanza. hope you all like it