|something pretty caught my eye|
with the catastrophe eyes.hey you. yes, you, the girl with the catastrophe eyes.with the catastrophe eyes. by Victimize-Pixie
you're the type of girl they name hurricanes after; you crash land into normalcy and throw everything and everyone in your destructive path into instant panic. when you breathe, the world shudders and their moans propel the winds into spinning dangerously close to your center.
nothing can stop you and that's just the way you like it.
hey girl. no, not her, you with the devastating touch.
you're like a live grenade and they throw you away even before they can fully grasp you. it's okay; the select few who can survive your shrapnel explosion will be the ones you want to pay attention to. it'll always hurt you more than them, but remember that you didn't yank out your own pull ring. they did.
everything can affect you and that's just the way you loathe it.
you, girl. hey! i am talking about you, you with the calamity lips.
your very words collapse the vast forests into choking, gasping flames. shouldn't you be more careful, darling, w
the decay of autumn.yes, darling.the decay of autumn. by Victimize-Pixie
autumn is my favorite.
it's how the
sunlight sets the decaying leaves ablaze
and then there's that little special
the morning chill,
that numbingly aware feeling that
creeps along your neck and
our skinny spines.
too much for you.too much for you. by Victimize-Pixie
everyday i am learning how to walk, how to waltz through life like only those of this world can manage. i break my bones and arteries to fit in their shoes, a symphony of snaps and moans as pain becomes highly opinionated and builds his kingdom under my translucent skin. each smile is a secret grimace, born behind my eyes and dying on my lips. i limp. i wobble. i'm that ungraceful creature who doesn't understand the world, but at the same time understands everything entirely too much.
i don't think i want to walk in your shoes any longer. not because you're too much for me, world. but because i am too much for you.
it is - and also
to be an exception.
i'm addicted to words.
i can never remember which is my right or left hand.
i can’t stand fruit punch.
batman is most likely my soulmate.
i like the aesthetics of un-capitalized words.
the best place in the world is the top of a ferris wheel at night.
my dream job is to be a mermaid.
unfortunately i cannot swim.
current residence: somewhere between neverland and wonderland. definitely not in kansas.
deviantwear sizing preference: small adult.
favourite genre of music: eclectic and shifting.
favourite style of art: i like so many things.
mp3 player of choice: ...a working one?
shell of choice: sea shell. ear lobe shell.
skin of choice: freckled.
favourite cartoon character: plural- power rangers. singular- batman.
personal quote: 'we can breathe in space. they just don't want us to escape.'