A Crystal Heart.
Winter Time

The TV shows & early evenings,

Aren’t my thing.

    Mood swings, rainy days.

    Not too keen.

When Caffeine-

Sleep, Tele-viz-zion

Are your only friends.

And all you seem to do are errands.

Do you take every photo that you post , by yourself ? :)

I do! :)

Monday I lay awake
Tuesday I surely don’t know
Wednesday could make, while
Thursday won’t show.
Friday I’ll be sleeping and
Saturday I’ll know.
Sunday will disappoint, second week in ah row!
Gah!

Take a moment of your time to reblog this, to show respect for the man who was beaten and burnt to death for being gay.

stealyourshiny:

likeaprettylittlebluebird:

Rest In Peace Stuart Walker. A 28 year old, gay man who was beaten and tied to a lamp-post at the earlier hours of Saturday morning. He was then set on fire, and burnt to death. Homosexuality is found in over 400 species, homophobia is found in one. So, which is natural now?

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

Cherry The Flower

Once upon a time, stood a happy flower named Cherry. She cheerily stood there everyday mixed in with the vibrant green grass. To speak as if she could move hah! No chance of that, unless picked of course. The friendly sun smiled and filled her with rays that made her grow. The massive summer sky and the refreshing breeze filled her days with fun and love. She would stand there doing things that flowers do. Wiggling her petals and smiling, watching the people go by, and acknowledging the concrete.

moonlight on a flower

A kiss to your heart, as I rip it apart.
Walking off she gifts her heart
To the sky and passes the tea party poet,
who drank the light from the stars.
A silly girl. And a boy
who hides his face in his hands.

Secret Garden Tea Parties.

Secret Garden Tea Parties.