I'm Mira. I love A Series of Unfortunate Events, Dream Theater, science, Alfred Hitchcock, Christopher Nolan, 500 Days of Summer, Sherlock, Indie music, Tumblr, photography, perspective, green, Marvel Comics, love and life :)
The stages we go through when we live: Born as a baby in the arms of a caring mother Her arms always warm and tender The baby's skin as smooth as the petals of a flower The baby's touch as innocent...
The air vent right above my head seemed like a good way to get out of here. So I tried tugging on the iron straps,but they were too strong. Relentlessly, i tried prying my hands and legs free.
His beautiful brown eyes, Chocolate brown that you just melt into Sometimes he can be a kid and chase mice But he's the hero in my life to put a smile on my face when I'm blue His majestic mane of...
"Sit down, relax and dine, Drink a glass of red wine, Talk to me and you'll be fine To you I lend these ears of mine So talk, shout and whine, I won't mind I just want to understand you and be kind.
I haven't been on Opuss for a while now. I've been meaning to post more stuff but I just can't get my mind off of my cousin.
I look at myself in the mirror. So many flaws so many errors. The person staring back at me isn't even me. It's someone different,mean and ugly. I didn't know that it would be this true.
"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck,like in those movies. Not even have sex.
"When I come back home,my heart will be filled with pure love of seeing your beautiful face,your tangled hair in the morning,your big brown eyes when you awake. Your dreams will be mine.
The flowers woven into her long ginger hair. The delicate fabrics of her dress flair. Her beautiful skin soft and fair. One has no choice but to stop and stare.
I was feeling sick and drowsy. My skin had became dry and lumpy. Most of all, the loud sound in my ears never stopped.
"John. Michael. Wendy. Dinner's ready!" called mother,down from the study The three children ran down the stairs And witnessed their father's deathly glare.
"What is all this about?" I said in a low menacing voice. I was so angry and bewildered. "Isn't it obvious that you're at a lab,dearie?" he snickered,moving his pencil fast across a notepad.
The waves lashed against the shore With a sound that was loud and thirsty for more As I lay my feet on the soft sand The waved caught me by my ankles And led me away from land I was caught in an...
So I looked up the possible theories for the wings on the net. Genetic engineering by grafting wings on the foetus was not a plausible explanation.
My eyes squeezed shut. Oh no, my mind screamed. This can't be good. Just a couple more feet from the ground and I'd go SPLAT. Just then, I felt strong arms below me.
I saw his slender body cutting through the water. My brother was a national swimmer,very talented,very fast. Mom and dad were proud of him. But, me. Huh,they look right through me. I'm not special.
(I don't know what made me write this,but I just had to) Alex thought to herself, wouldn't it be cool to write a diary.
Life is a roller-coaster. Either you enjoy it, or you scream. -said by me :D.
Dazed, I lay on my bed Wondering whats happening in my head. Things turn out very different when You sit,ponder and look within So I closed my eyes and dreamt of a land Far away from where I am.
"Mike!" cried a rather fat lady with a huge belly "What do you think you're doing?" she was incredulous. Mike had hit a boy on the eye.