Behind These Blue Eyes

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Thu, 13 Jun 2013 06:34:53 +0400

just us cats..

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 06:31:09 +0400

just us cats..

0beytheastr0naut: pizza: OH MY GODDDDD

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:37:39 +0400

0beytheastr0naut:

pizza:

OH MY GODDDDD

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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 17:07:31 +0400

Ramblings of a Psycho Sophisticate (poem) by Stella Cooper

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 10:50:31 +0400

I hear the whispering
But its not coming from the stares.
Why me?
This isn’t fair.

My thoughts hold me hostage
And they don’t plan on setting me free
Why are they watching?
What’s wrong with me?

They’ve been taking me to a place
With people like me
Full of many rules
Where adults they call “teachers” speak

They are staring again
And telling me what to do
Asking many questions
And learing very few

They then said I needed help
They wanted me to change
These people think I’m crazy
Truth is; I’m insane

It’s not my fault
I’m trapped within my mind
I can’t help but feel
That I’m no longer alive

The darkness eats me slowly
I feel I can’t breathe
It’s becoming more painful
As the deppression begins to bleed

I watch the people around me
As they slowly start to die
I know I’m killing them
Truth is; I don’t know why

I watch them as they shed
The last of their tears
That’s when I start to grin
As they are trapped within their fears

They wanted to fix me
I guess I got the last laugh
Who am I?
Girl or psychopath?

Creepypasta: A man checked in at a hotel, walked up to the front desk to collect...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 09:48:43 +0400

Creepypasta: A man checked in at a hotel, walked up to the front desk to collect...:

creepypasta:

A man checked in at a hotel, walked up to the front desk to collect his key. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number, that was locked, and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any…

theinturnet: Video Even the headless need to eat.

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:30:23 +0400

theinturnet:

Video

Even the headless need to eat.

Awake (poem) by Stella Cooper

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 10:22:09 +0400

You think i dont know
You think i dont care
But what you dont realise
Is that i am right there

I can hear you loudly
I know whats going on
My body may be asleep
But i’ve been awake all along

I hear the whispers
The remarks and the snickers
You think i left this world but im still near
You think my soul has descended
But i am right here…

Goodbye (Poem) by Stella Cooper

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 10:21:48 +0400

She sits in the corner with tears in her eyes
Weeping softly while inside she dies
All alone she just wants to cry
Made a mistake by believing the lies

Regreting every choice she made
Lost all hope for a sunny day
The girl full of hope has Lost all her cheer
She can’t find a smile that wants to appear

They took away all she used to be
Broken her heart and killed her dreams
Shot down her Confidence and self esteem
She can’t get the words out of her memory

They say:
Give up and don’t even try
Dissapear you’re wasting our time
No one would care even you died
What’s the point in you being alive?
We don’t need you around us
No matter what you’ll never be good enough.

The rope she weaves is coverd in tears
The number of scars is so visably clear
Shut out and exiled she’s made up her mind
This is her choice, her way out she finds
She whipes off the last of her tears and sighs
She kicks away the chair from underneath her
And with her last breath mutters “Goodbye”

eatsleepdraw: A Red Riding Hood painting. I worked on it on and...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 09:59:26 +0400

eatsleepdraw:

A Red Riding Hood painting. I worked on it on and off for about a month. Thanks for looking!

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One day (poem) by Stella Cooper

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 20:44:06 +0400

One day I hope you will notice
That I really care,
One day I hope you’ll find,
That when you’re sad
I will be there

A shoulder to cry on
a hand to hold,
If you want my heart,
Consider it sold

That One person you can truly trust
And in return will give you love
Somebody to hold your hand
Somebody who will understand

One day I hope you’ll see
That infact that person is me.

IB learner profile: thinker, knowledgeable, inquirer

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 06:27:25 +0400

IB learner profile: thinker, knowledgeable, inquirer

"Don’t let pain get to you, heartbreak isn’t always easy to fix and even the strongest of..."

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 20:54:42 +0400

“Don’t let pain get to you, heartbreak isn’t always easy to fix and even the strongest of men cry once in a while, but tomorrow is another day and faith shouldn’t be taken for granted and should always be kept Close in the time of hurt…”

- Stella Cooper :-)

A friend (poem) by Stella Cooper

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 20:48:30 +0400

My support through the tough
My help for when things are rough

You are constantly by my side
Always there to confide

The only realationship built from steel
The only love that is real

With every step you are there
And with nothing but time to spare

I will be with you till the very end
For you truly are, my best friends

For my amazing friends :-)

Soft cries (poem) by Stella Cooper

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 20:24:07 +0400

Their voices drift in the wind
Calling out for attention
Nobody notices
we barely hear them

Crying out; look at me!
Notice me!
But No one’s there
All alone in the cruel dark world
They have No hope
Their futures bare

Children calling
Praying to be saved
Brought away from a terrible fate
Soft cries fill the air
Just listen,
You’ll hear them there!

Broken (poem) by Stella Cooper

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 20:23:43 +0400

Im hurt
Im in pieces
My heart shatterd
Empty wishes
Every tear i shed for you
Leads to a scar, and pain too
I lost you now
I’ll never get you back
We broke our bond
We lost what we had
Its funny how quickly things change
I wish i could cure this rage
Today i am coping
Tomorrow, who knows?
I am broken
The pain just grows
I am torn
Nothing can help me
I am alone
Nothing will stop me..

Death (poem) by Stella Cooper

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 20:23:11 +0400

What is death?
How does it feel?
When you take your last breath
Is it real?

Where do we go
When we lose our souls?
What is it like?
Does it feel right?

That special moment
Between the living and the cold
Whether we are killed young
Or just die old

When we feel ourselves drift away
knowing we won’t see another day

The time we stop fighting it
And just let go.
The point when we face it
And can’t say no.

When your heart drums It’s last beat,
When you finally accept defeat.

When suddenly day turns to night
We only have one chance
To get it right.

It’s scary to think we only get one life.
Even worse when it says goodbye.

I often wonder
What would it be like?
I wouldn’t fight it
I would just die…

my-kala: paigedemar: #bukowski Preach it.

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 12:26:46 +0400

my-kala:

paigedemar:

#bukowski

Preach it.

"A déjà vu is actually a glitch in reality, and it indicates that something has just been changed...."

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 17:36:55 +0400

“

A déjà vu is actually a glitch in reality, and it indicates that something has just been changed. Someone or something has ceased to exist, all memories and records of their existence erased forever.

A déjà vu happens when they get into your brain, when they need to change your memories. Maybe to erase your brother from the world. You know, the brother that you never had.

”

- (via creepypasta)

"Don’t look in public restroom mirrors too long. They get curious, and start looking back."

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 17:33:14 +0400

“Don’t look in public restroom mirrors too long. They get curious, and start looking back.”

- (via creepypasta)