Hello, WatchersI will no longer tolerate perverts. You will be blocked. I have deleted a lot of my deviations and journals because of the comments I've been getting. I am taking back my original account from the perverts who drove me away in the first place. If you have a comment about my feet, get fucking lost. If you have a comment about my breasts, get fucking lost.Hello, Watchers by ToxicVolume13
A Whisper Of WordsIt's moments like theseA Whisper Of Words by ToxicVolume13
That I need your quiet assurance
A sweaty palm clasped tight in mine
The reassuring feeling of your lips
The safety in your arms
I know that at some point
I've got to stand on
My own two feet
But all I know right now
Is that somewhere out there
Someone waits quietly to bear all my shame
While you await a confident girl
Who you can't seem to see
The darker side of
I can't breathe at night
And I like to bleed to know
My mind rushes
A mile a minute
With thoughts of my own
You never see that side of me
And I love everything about you
I love the rush of your breath
Against my skin
And I love the way your hands
Creep gently around my waist
Just to let me know that
You're silently there
Your lips brush lightly against my neck
And I know that you're mine
In a quiet way of
You whisper words
"I love you"
Oh, My Agony - .:Part Two:."What!?" Matt screamed into the phone. No! That wasn't possible. Jimmy, dead? Jimmy was far to invincible to die, and Matt knew it. "He's not dead Brian, he's just playing a stupid joke on us!"Oh, My Agony - .:Part Two:. by GrimAsEver
"Matt I'm so sorry, but.. He is." Brian sobbed. His voice was a broken whisper and Matt finally processed what was going on.
"Jimmy " He hands began to shake, and he held onto the cupboard above his head so that he wouldn't fall down. Matt could hear screaming and crying but he was far too gone to process any thought. The only thing that the man could think was, why Jimmy? After a few minutes, Matt stumbled like a blind man threw his kitchen, his eyes to blurry to see anything. His big hands rested on his car keys and he quickly made his way outside. He made his way to the black BMW sitting idly in the driveway and his eyes cleared up a bit, but his mind only seemed to get foggier.
Hopping into his car, Matt's heart pounded in his chest and his mind slurred with all the memories that
Oh, My Agony - .:Part One:.Oh, My Agony - .:Part One:. by GrimAsEver
It was the first day of autumn as Matt Sanders made his way home from the grocery store. With his beloved son, Owen, in his right arm and several bags of groceries in the other arm, Matt couldn't help but feel happy. Happiness rarely came to him since the passing of his four year long wife. She had died over five months ago due to a drunk driver and ever since then, Matt's world was dreary and dull. For several months Matt was intent on staying in the solitary confinement of his home, which was once so full of love and joy.
Though Matt did have a child, he rarely seen Owen. Most of his friends thought he was unstable, so Zacky and Gena had taken Owen under their wing for nearly three months. That left Matt alone to grieve silently in his cold home.
The buff lead singer strolled down the street towards his home. Hazel eyes scanned the dreary weather, black clouds hovering over his head and Owen staying quiet as usual. With a unusual bounce in his step he made his way up the stairs to hi
Hi. I'm Heather. I'm 16. I am in my Junior year. I'm pansexual. I will no longer tolerate perverts. You will be blocked. I have deleted a lot of my deviations and journals because of the comments I've been getting. I am taking back my original account from the perverts who drove me away in the first place.
Remember That Girl?
Remember that girl, so innocent and sweet?
Who lived in a fantasy and believed in dreams?
That girl who would laugh and smile just for fun?
From monsters and terrors she never had to run?
That girl who let her imagination run free?
Unafraid to be all that she could be?
That girl that would never submit to the dark?
With so much spirit and so much heart?
That girl who would stand up for what was right?
Who was unafraid to live and enjoy her life?
That girl whose eyes were lovely and bright?
Who believed the only limit was the sky?
She's gone now and she's been replaced
That sweet little girl has been erased
The strange girl in her place is cold and dark
Ruined by a tattered and broken heart
She's made so many mistakes and holds so much regret
How she became such a failure, she'll never get
She hides from the world, timid and shy
Hiding her face and the tears she cries
She sits alone grieving her lost and innocent past
She took a wrong turn and ended up on a barren path
She wanted to turn back and recover
But she was stuck and had to suffer
Ever since she broke, she's tried to hide the misery
But sometimes it's hard… and I know because this girl is me
^ This poem describes me perfectly...so I thought I'd get her permission (Which I do have...so don't flip shit.) and post it in my bio.
I find this to be true in my life
What I say: I don't believe in god.
What people think I mean: I have anal sex with the devil.
Your favourite band isn't your favourite band just because of the music. Yes, that's a huge part, but it's also their personalities. It's when finding out that they're not coming to your city ruins your week. If you've seen them live, you know the dates by heart. It's the fact that their videos can make you smile with tears streaming down your face. You can make fun of them like you do with your best friend. You do chores just to earn enough to buy a ticket, CD, t-shirt, DVD. You fall in love with their personalities. You cry because you're so proud of them. You defend them with your life. For some people, they've saved their lives. You love the crew like you love the band. They're the reason you know some of your best friends.- GrimAsEver
Anything else you want to know? Ask. PEACE.<3