darksidegoddess

I use too much of it. I love color. Why don't I use it? Durrt.

I'm never using a picture of anyone who doesn't have their face fully visible, ever again. There are too many idiots out there who don't know reality from their own messed up insanity. I'm so sick of idiots claiming it's them. I'm so tired of people saying "that's my friend". NO IT ISN'T. Not unless you know John Sopkowicz. My guess is that most, if not all, of you don't. Stop pretending. Stop the drama. I'm SICK of it. It is MY work of MY exboyfriend that I made with MY own hands in Adobe fucking PhotoDelux A LONG TIME AGO. Get. Over. It. Grow up, and go home. You are not welcome here.

Second best part of the book I have to read, definately not school appropriate. Mr Quick is a little horn dog, I'd say..suggesting these type of books..dear me. " "Here it?" She whispered. Behind the foliage, a bull-toned voice, and another, this like a guitar, blended as raindrops caress to sound a same rhythm; an intricate wind of rustling murmurs, small laughter followed sighs not sad and silences deeper than space. Moss cushioned their footsteps as they moved through the leafy thickness, and came to pause at the edge of an opening: two Negroes, caught in a filmy skein of moon and fern, lay unclothed and enfolded, the man's caramel colore