|I enjoy drawing cute and sad little boys far too much.|
(No, I don't have a little kid fetish, you sick, twisted perverts.
I have a little brother, you know.)
Now, Come One, Come All.Life just sort of happens at you. Randomly, unintentionally. One day you're playing with your best friend in the sandbox, king of the classroom, and the next, you're moving, mommy said to grandma's, and daddy's not coming. You pack your belongings, boxing your teddy bears and tucking your spit-stained blankie in the suitcase, even though mommy said you were too old for it. You kiss daddy goodbye as you fly away, out of his life, and he out of yours.Now, Come One, Come All. by theextreme32
After living with grandma for a month, you have a house. It's pretty; cool marble floors, paintings on the walls, carpets you're not supposed to step on, and armchairs that you literally disappear into. (Mommy wasn't too pleased with that.) Daddy comes back at some point. He stays for a couple of weeks, then leaves again. Divorce number two, and mommy's crying again.
You leave your large, chilly house. Mommy finds someone new. He's cruel to you and your little brother (but buys dolls and toys for your little sister). Mother doesn't stop him
MooringLook inside me.Mooring by theextreme32
Tell me, stranger,
Do I scare you?
Hold me tightly.
Who needs anchors?
Oh, wait. I do.
|Go in, enjoy, critique, beware, I dunno. Just, yeah, go in, it's pretty cool.|
I like hats and pocketwatches.
Current Residence: In my head.
Favourite genre of music: Alt./Indie/Rock/Pop-punk
Operating System: Mac OSX
MP3 player of choice: iPod nano
Favourite cartoon character: Hiccup, Squee, Soubi, Zot, Shikamaru, Kurogane
Personal Quote: Fuck, I forgot.