Screen Violence ☮

this girl makes my heart skip a million times over

self portrait

[6 photo HDR panorama]

If my heart were a home it would look something like this.
A front door that hangs ajar on it hinges­­­
Because the last exit was in haste.
This place was once a sanctuary, but now its just all waste
Broken beyond repair, no one will ever dare to enter again.
Its now too much of a scary place and there is too much to mend.
The windows are shattered not from incoming intruders, but an escapist from the inside.
This was once a beautiful dream home, but all hope has died.
A certain someone use to stay here, but they abandoned it and never looked back.
I try and maneuver through the broken glass and look pass the crack.
The crack that runs right through the middle, the most vital part.
This house is broken, much like my heart.
The past tenant was what sustained me, without them I’ve fallen apart.
Reflecting back to when things were pleasant is something often I do.
And this is when I realize therapy and renovations are way overdue.
Inside has begun to decay, the walls are starting to rot away.
The paint is chipping off, the whole inside has a ruined display.
Forgotten about, neglected you could say.
Even its surroundings have been left unattended.
The faith for this place along since ended.
The walls have holes in them, lacking protection.
There is rubbish, dirt and dust in every direction.
Once the windows were smashed plantation overgrew and found its way in.
Similar to when my heart broke and depression crawled in.
But perhaps these vines are a symbol of future growth.
But most likely they are there to take grasp of what’s left.
This constant damage has arisen sensitivity.
The graffiti on the wall reflects my last spike of creativity.
Ripped off cupboard doors like ripped up heartstrings.
It’s a sad thought, thinking about what life sometimes brings.
The spiders have spun webs from the ceiling.
This is a dark place, dark looking and dark feeling.
Consisting of jaggered edges and dangerous wreckage.
This house is imprisoning like a giant cage.
Will it ever feel love again for it does stands alone?
The house sits empty, nobody’s home.

caseyjmalone:

I remember the first time I met you and you were nervously chatting about all these bands you were into, you were so cute.

Then the second time I saw you, you got super drunk, super quick on passion pop, juvie style.

You’re the sweetest girl. Don’t change.

umm casey
YOU ARE the sweetest girl, dont YOU ever change <3

Stage 3

Being an awesome director of cinematography with the RED epic only the worlds greatest camera (haha george lucas we for our camera before you)

Im not a quitter im just letting go of someone who gave up on me

just expressing my love for avril lavigne, seriously she is only slightly the most perfect woman ever, one day i shall marry you! <3


Remember when I cried to you a thousand times
I told you everything
You know my feelings
It never crossed my mind
That there would be a time
For us to say goodbye
What a big surprise

It’s getting harder to pretend
And I’m not coming back around again
Remember when…

I remember when
It was together ‘til the end
Now I’m alone again
Where do I begin?
I cried a little bit
You died a little bit
Please say there’s no regrets
And say you won’t forget