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Yearning| name: ya can call me lady kerosene..or kero. age: not telling. location: caledonia. label: no thanks. |
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who's laughing now? part II"This really isn't necessary…"who's laughing now? part II
Joker tried to insist, managing to not quite stumble as he was shoved in the small of his back by a bulky male in a black suit. He growled slightly between his yellowed teeth and flopped down on the cold metal bench inside cell 006 of Arkham Asylum's special 'underground' department for those who hadn't long to live. (A/N: I doubt this is an actual place in Arkham, I simply made it up for use of this story…I actually have done that with lots of stuff since I am far from a Batman/Arkham expert, so please try to get over it. Thanks :3) And why didn't he have long to live? Well, M
by ~FJ-Scribbles
who's laughing now?"Who's laughing now, eh Joker?"who's laughing now?
"Yeah, why so serious?"
Such a public arrest was certainly not what Batman himself would've gone for, personally.
"Ha ha ha." The flat monotone creeping from between painted lips was positively drowning in sarcasm, let alone dripping it. The lowest form of wit was being spat at him and he had nothing better to retaliate with. So he closed his torn smile and walked in silence, head held up and poisonous dark eyes straight ahead. Dignity seemed to ebb from him as though he was parading through Gotham's main square because he felt like it, and his hands were clasped behind h
by ~FJ-Scribbles
want.you can't touch me, and that's the problem. you need to so bad, but ha! i'm just out of reach, no matter what. and it hurts, doesn't it? fills your mouth with ash and dust, choking, smothering your gasp.want.
clear your throat and breathe in, smelling my bitterness rusted coins tainted with salt from those yearning tears. so shut up and listen. whadda ya mean to what? my white noise, static blur, fizzing popping in those deaf little ears of your that wish so much to hear,
you long to be somewhere else, and yet everywhere all you can see, &
by ~FJ-Scribbles
two.too thin for a bear too small and quite clearly far too wretchedly beautiful scrawny, yes, but heartwrenchingly so it's those eyes, dead pools of rust with slashes of untouchable black through the centre don't look or you'll never see again.two.
it's not often heard, that tearing growling ripping sarcastic snarl. but animals don't have a sense of humor let alone irony right?
and the smell choking a cloud of overwhelm dust and earth like something antique and long forgoten uncared for but most of all tha
by ~FJ-Scribbles
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Not who you thought I wasI am Bonnie. Not the girl you disliked. Not the girl who you pushed around. I have mid length, dark brown hair. My dark, brown eyes gaze at you from across the street, even on a wet day. I am petit and small.Not who you thought I was
The other Bonnie you thought you knew doesn’t exist in the real world. She had mid length, dark brown hair. Her dark brown eyes glared at you from across the street, especially on a wet day. She was short.
Do you need me to tell you the difference between who you thought she was, and who I am? I thought you would. The difference is that I don’t let you walk all over me. I don’t listen to the nothi
by ~Just-misunderstood
I want to hate you.I want to hate you.I want to hate you.
I want to scream and scream at you until my lungs give out.
I want to punch you in the fucking face until there's nothing left but a bloody pulp.
But I can't.
When I got the call from Ejiri, and when I walked into that room and all I could smell was blood, I felt that same knot in my chest, the same pressure crushing the breath out of me as when Jay tried to pull us apart.
You weren't moving and all I could do was cry. I clung to you and I sobbed like a fucking baby, begging you not to die. It had never entered my mind once that you would ever get hurt, that you c
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- Current Residence: Caledonia
- Interests: music, art, fire, lit., language, and others.
- Favourite band or musician: Rammstein, Green Day, MCR, Emilie Autumn
- Favourite genre of music: Alt.
- Favourite artist: Marilyn Manson's paintings interest me
- Operating System: ...PC...
- MP3 player of choice: CDs - Ol' skewl xD
- Shell of choice: Snail's
- Skin of choice: ...mine.
- Favourite game: LEFT 4 DEAD!!! Hell yeaaahhh ;D
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo DS, Xbox 360 or PC
- Favourite cartoon character: L
- Personal Quote: sorry i'll shut up now
- Tools of the Trade: ...pencils, rubber, paper, computer, pencil sharpener, pen....
- MSN: pretty.awful@live.co.uk
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You make me feel insane.
I want to be the one.
To make myself sane
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Let's get this party started.
You make me feel insane.
I want to be the one.
To make myself sane
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