*ghostface Voice* What's Your Favorite Scary Movie?

*ghostface voice* What's your favorite scary movie?

Us was a pretty great movie imo Honorable mention to The Boy

Beautifully Made for Each Other

I am beautifully made. I am without imperfection. On the inside, I am like a cloud, soft and smooth. And, in this, I have something in common with you. You too are beautifully made, even though you do have imperfections and you are not made of bronze and mahogany. And we both do the same thing, too, don’t we? We are waiting for each other. I know you have grand ideas about your future. But I already know what the future holds. We are waiting for each other. Nothing more. I am waiting for you. And you are waiting for me, even if you try to deny it with your big ideas. I am patient, while you run around being educated, getting married, having children, trying to get ahead at some job, making it—because I know you will come to me in the end. I wait in warehouses. I wait in carpeted rooms with others like myself. I am taken around in trucks. I am run in and out of rooms on a wheeled dolly made just for me. I don’t mind, because I know the future. You might live long enough to attain the wisdom, finally, of knowing that you and I are meant for each other. If not, it doesn’t matter; we will be together soon enough. But I am saddened, too. How can anything as beautifully made as we are be hidden out of sight? Shouldn’t our beauty be seen? But, at least we will be together. I will give you rest in a mahogany bed, upon a satin pillow, and it will be my joy. After all, we are beautifully made for one another.

i hate collage

College does kinda suck, but some people do need it I guess.

Junebug

And can you see me standing before you?  Glowing as I sing, My hands in the air. Everything, And everyone I see, Is the loveliest shade of blue. I know you can't see it, But I'll tell you anyways, In hopes you'll come back someday. I may not be there,   But the memory did happen, Once upon a time. 

Feed me your words

I can do poetry apparently.

There is a woman She stands outside my window I said hello one night She grasped my hands I pushed her away    There is a woman She stands inside the elevator I see her every night We ride to the second floor I step out after her There is a woman Do I know her name? I've seen her before A location I cannot know Probably on a rooftop long ago    There is a woman Why have you hurt me so? The nails remain in my skin The teeth clenched around my neck And your footsteps far, far away There is a woman Back at my window I grasped her hands I let her inside She is no longer the same