Love Tim Burton, The Hunger Games, The Umbrella Academy, photography and everything creepy x
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Mr.
It was late one fall in Halloweenland, and the air had quite a chill. Against the moon a skeleton sat, alone upon a hill. He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie; Jack Skellington was his name.
Jack... "Jack Barakat are you ignoring me?" Alex shot at me a few days later. Honestly I was. Mark had just emailed me the prints from the photoshoot so I can see how they turned out.
I decided on a black T-shirt with JAGK No. 1 and a cassette printed on in white. I think this is my favourite one. It was just perfect.
The drive to Glamour Kills when pretty quick considering Jordan made a stop to buy tacos for breakfast.
"TAAAYY!" I hear Jordan shouting me across the room "Fuck what do you want?" I can't help but sound a little hostile, but it's understandable since I've literally just woken up.
Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life. They were a normal, happy husband and wife. One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad. Mrs. Smith would would be a mom which would make him the dad.
Jack Barakat wasn't somebody I had ever looked at in an "oh-you're-hot" kinda way or even in a "we-should-date" way.
I close my eyes I can't stop thinking about you Crack a smile I just can't lose At a mile-a-minute my heart beats to the limit When I'm with you.
"I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to... to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games," says Peeta.
I'm coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head. "Handsome lad like you. There must be some special...
“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away. A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray. Forget your woes and let your troubles lay. And when it's morning again, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm.
“They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead.
She hoped she would return. Instead she stayed here to burn. With the one she truly loved. She could never leave her beloved. To lie here in pain. The venom reaches his brain.
"Murder Magician: …It’s gotta break your little hearts to watch me kill your whole family–.
He knew something had gone wrong Now she sings no song Since they've come back to reality Since they've lost their mortality Broken toys lead to a broken heart Now that fantasy had tore them apart.
People watch films for the actors, I watch them for the graphics :).
Is it me or are people ignoring the true beauty of music. Nowadays it's all about Justin Bieber or One Direction, what about The Runaways or Jack White. Now those are amazing artists..
I'm married to the creativity in life, I capture it through my lens.
“Any fable or fairytale has some sort of reality in it.
Sally: [singing] What will become of my dear friend. / Where will his actions lead us then. / Oh, how I'd like to join the crowd / In their enthusiastic cloud. / Try as I may, it doesn't last.
“Son, are you happy. I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven. Have you ever wanted to die?” ― Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories.
Omnia ergo vanitas sub sole ~ all is vanity under the sun x.
Don't give up the beginning is the hardest x.
Recall, I want a recall you are crying on my telephone but oh no, oh no bones crack and fingers blister I might console you, but look at my sisters brilliant like fireflies up in their bedroom.
I want love To roll me over slowly stick a knife inside me, and twist it all around. I want love to grab my fingers gently slam them in a doorway put my face into the ground.
I get dressed up In my summer clothes And step outside to look at the roses They're all covered in their sharpened thorns.
I apologise for not telling you that my halo was cut from paper.
And so the sky becomes a dream, I never dreamt because I'm just too busy waiting for nothing and wasting away Don't tell me it's too hard, you were never there from the start I'm not about to give...
Memento Vivere, Memento Mori x.
I don't live in the past, the past is bullshit, the future is bullshit but right now is fucking awesome - Chris Drew.
With unicorn hair lived a girl in the woods She’d paint and create and cook magic baked goods The deer and mice, the rabbits and foxes Found delight in her cakes and confectionery boxes .