verse Thursday (for the first time in forever)

Shut up. It's still Thursday back home.

( or seven ways to die )

::: Gray :::

buy me a brush
so I can paint your eyes gray
close your sweet lips
and I will... take your hand
your words are my soul
and there's no turning back
you gave me a...

whisper a lie
I need something to guide me
don't look away
I hate that I can't walk alone
I try to each day
still I'm starving for life
you gave me a...

up in a dream
I still taste your bitter mouth
unwillingly
say you will never see me again
I live alone now
no need for funeral
you gave me a...

(no subject)

nutmeg. STOP IT.


Go eat something.

there and back again

You know, I really hate having to play the bad guy. Even though it's not really bad, it's taking the responsible stance and saying "no" to someone who's done something wrong. So I guess that makes me the good guy? I've never understood or desired either stance. I'm a chaotic neutral.


I fear today is one of those where I feel like posting over and over with all my random little thoughts, so I'm just keeping this one entry open and adding to it as I go. This will really be, in a way, a day in the life of your dear miss Gnut.


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