quagga

She's beautiful,
and dead

Can you take me back to the person I used to be

Back when you were there for me

I know it seems like forever but do me a favor please

Way back when we were stupid

Held grudges just to help us sleep

Oh my god, how ridiculous were we?











-A rocket to the moon

Nostalgia is the failure of true emotion.

Yesterday I watched Titanic with Fred.
Fred and I were heartless.
We laughed instead of crying.
He made fun of Rose,
while I made fun of Jack.

"I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something." - Samwise Gamgee.

The Rag Doll and The Teddy Bear

Once upon a time
Through a door just down the hall
In a dark, forgotten corner
Of the playroom was a doll.


She was only made of cloth,
A rather simple work of art,
But you could see where someone
Had sewed her a heart.


It had faded from carelessness
And being lonely through the years,
And she couldn't even cry
Because she hadn't any tears.


But then one day as she lay cold
And silent on the floor,
A teddy bear was tossed in
Through the squeaky playroom door.


As she watched him, he got to his feet
And slowly walked her way;
And her little red sewed heart
Came to life that day.


He gently picked her up,
And as he held her in his arms,
He noticed a faint heartbeat
And certain rag doll charms.


So he took some thread and stitched
A pretty twinkle in her eye
And fixed her sewed-on smile
Which had long-since gone awry.


He brushed away the dust
And cobwebs from her dress
Then taught her about love
In his fuzzy warm caress.


Those two have stayed together
Since that day so long ago;
And when he looks at her today,
He would hardly even know


That his happy little rag doll,
So content and satisfied,
Was the same one he had found
Cast so carelessly aside.

I Can Never Forgive You For The Pain You Put In My Life. How You Lied And Left. The Only Regret I Have Is That I Knew You. I Wish You Were Never In My Life In The First Place. Would Have Saved Us All This Hate.

HAHAHA

I'm not a monster, I'm just sick . Who would give anything to have my soul back. You should probably just shoot me in the head now, Otherwise, I'm gonna kill you. I'm sick, really sick. I'm one of them now. Quarantine me. I'm infected. Quarantine me. Don't you just love what I've become. I'm not a monster, I'm just sick. Who would do anything, to get my soul back. You should probably just cover your eyes now. I'll have to warn you, this is gonna hurt, really hurt. I'm one of them now. Quarantine me. I'm infected. Quarantine me. Don't you just love what I've become. I don't blame you for wanting me dead. I'm one of them now. I feel it in my blood now its turning me, It's turning me. You better lock the doors and hide.