luigisantos
None of that would ever convince me, as it was, the light kept coming through my window, no matter how much curtains I put up. It wasn't any tragedy, but why oh why would such an annoying paranormality happen to me like this?
Blue, so big and amazing. So deep, I'm getting close to the ground, can't even see the surface anymore, my mind getting blank, chest hurts, air, I need air... I'm gonna die here...
fences were between us, we thought it was a wall, but we could cross it with a little jump, it was a fence, but we never got close, for us, the fence was a wall...
violet, was the color of her hair. She was just the most amazing girls I've ever met, she had skull ear rings that I loved, and the way she talked to me was hipnotizing.
she stood there, in front of that building, the megaphone in her hands, waiting for a reaction of that boy wanting to jump. there was this suspense, and then the sound of his head hitin the floor
she stood in the field, staring at the just done job. Her hands were hurt , but that's okay.
You know, people can be so mena sometimes, I mean, they are so selfish that they don't stop to see if they are being mean or not. But do they mean it?