Cathrine tapped her French-tipped nails on the top of the wooden table at the booth we had occupied. We had been friends since freshman year of high school which seemed like so long ago, being eight and a half years later and I still never manicured my nails. I had a habit of bitting them and, when they were painted, I'd pick the polish off three days after spending an hour making sure they looked good. My eyes were drawn to the white tips of her perfect fingernails and they continued to tap on the table. Her other hand was cupping her chin, resting the elbow on the table. She sighed after another gruesome moment of tapping her
Inside, I'm broken
Trying hard not to show the pain.
You tore me up,
Left me here,
Heart killing me slowly.
Inside, I'm broken
Loving the way you hurt me.
The pain reminds me
That you were real.
The pain is real,
And I'll die happy for more pain.
I'm broken,
Useless to others.
Oh, I like another
But you don't care.
I'm shattered, like a mirror
Except I feel I cannot be fixed.
Pain is the only thing keeping me alive.
My wings are broken,
No longer an angel.
I'm drawn to pain, to suffering.
I'd rather be hurt than admit
That you left me broken,
Shattered, and dying slowly.
I'm alone, but that's all right.
I'd rather be
The last thing she remembered was driving down a road, just outside the city limits of Portland, Oregon. She wasn't sure which road it was; just a road. She was so tired, so exhausted. She had been driving for so long. How was she supposed to concentrate if she hadn't slept in days? She had been driving from La Push two days ago. She drove up to Port Angeles, where she had seen him go. Then she drove over to Seattle, another place he had seen him go. Then she drove from there to where she was now, just outside of Portland. She should have stopped and she would have if it hadn't been her need to find him, if that need hadn't been so great. She
The sky was dead. No stars twinkled; nothing made the sky light up and cast little pools of light on lucky blades of grass. The sky was light gray and growing black as every minute passed and went on for miles. No matter where I looked, the sky was black and no white stars dotted the canvas. No cars drove by the middle of nowhere where the plain I lay in sat. The only car that was present was mine and no lights came from it. I was in a world of no light, only darkness, and I enjoyed every moment of it. It was silent, as well. Nothing made a sound and I cherished it. Living in the city meant sound at all times of the day and having this one ni
Cathrine tapped her French-tipped nails on the top of the wooden table at the booth we had occupied. We had been friends since freshman year of high school which seemed like so long ago, being eight and a half years later and I still never manicured my nails. I had a habit of bitting them and, when they were painted, I'd pick the polish off three days after spending an hour making sure they looked good. My eyes were drawn to the white tips of her perfect fingernails and they continued to tap on the table. Her other hand was cupping her chin, resting the elbow on the table. She sighed after another gruesome moment of tapping her
Inside, I'm broken
Trying hard not to show the pain.
You tore me up,
Left me here,
Heart killing me slowly.
Inside, I'm broken
Loving the way you hurt me.
The pain reminds me
That you were real.
The pain is real,
And I'll die happy for more pain.
I'm broken,
Useless to others.
Oh, I like another
But you don't care.
I'm shattered, like a mirror
Except I feel I cannot be fixed.
Pain is the only thing keeping me alive.
My wings are broken,
No longer an angel.
I'm drawn to pain, to suffering.
I'd rather be hurt than admit
That you left me broken,
Shattered, and dying slowly.
I'm alone, but that's all right.
I'd rather be
The last thing she remembered was driving down a road, just outside the city limits of Portland, Oregon. She wasn't sure which road it was; just a road. She was so tired, so exhausted. She had been driving for so long. How was she supposed to concentrate if she hadn't slept in days? She had been driving from La Push two days ago. She drove up to Port Angeles, where she had seen him go. Then she drove over to Seattle, another place he had seen him go. Then she drove from there to where she was now, just outside of Portland. She should have stopped and she would have if it hadn't been her need to find him, if that need hadn't been so great. She
The sky was dead. No stars twinkled; nothing made the sky light up and cast little pools of light on lucky blades of grass. The sky was light gray and growing black as every minute passed and went on for miles. No matter where I looked, the sky was black and no white stars dotted the canvas. No cars drove by the middle of nowhere where the plain I lay in sat. The only car that was present was mine and no lights came from it. I was in a world of no light, only darkness, and I enjoyed every moment of it. It was silent, as well. Nothing made a sound and I cherished it. Living in the city meant sound at all times of the day and having this one ni
The sky was dead. No stars twinkled; nothing made the sky light up and cast little pools of light on lucky blades of grass. The sky was light gray and growing black as every minute passed and went on for miles. No matter where I looked, the sky was black and no white stars dotted the canvas. No cars drove by the middle of nowhere where the plain I lay in sat. The only car that was present was mine and no lights came from it. I was in a world of no light, only darkness, and I enjoyed every moment of it. It was silent, as well. Nothing made a sound and I cherished it. Living in the city meant sound at all times of the day and having this one ni
- Words that describe me are: - Sadistic - Masochistic - Romantic - Violent - A lover - Different - Creative - Emotional - I'm a reader - I LOVE violent video games. SAW, F.E.A.R., Left 4 Dead. Bring it on. Nothing makes me sick anymore. - I HATE the sound of breaking bone. Only thing that's disgusting out there.
Current Residence: World's End. deviantWEAR sizing preference: Ones that fit. :P Print preference: Color. Favourite genre of music: Hip Hop/ Rock/ Pop Favourite photographer: Dylan-White, Pelicanh Favourite style of art: Real pose/artist nude. Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: GoGear Vibe Shell of choice: Black. Wallpaper of choice: Black and green polka dots Skin of choice: Slick. Favourite cartoon character: Erik - by the Iron-Gibbet Personal Quote: Telling me not to worry is like telling water not to be wet.
Favourite Visual Artist
Sami Pavlow
Favourite Movies
Phantom of the Opera.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence
Favourite Writers
Stephanie Meyer and J. K. Rowling.
Favourite Games
Left 4 Dead
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2/XBox 360.
Tools of the Trade
Pens, notebooks, and regular books... and mah shoes.
Other Interests
Vampires, Rob Zombie, Harry Potter, Roleplaying, writing, and reading. Freeench.
Well, guys, it's official. I've moved from this deviantART account to a new one. All of my stuff will be here, of course, but I won't be posting new stuff here for... quite some time. I may move some of my stuff over there but till then, I'll be bidding you adieu.
Come check me out and follow me if you want to!
~GoldenRayne (https://www.deviantart.com/goldenrayne)
Here's the deal: Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. The lower the score, the nastier you are. Then tag 3 people.
Then respond as I'm _% Virgin.
Once again stolen from ~Petit-Moineau (https://www.deviantart.com/petit-moineau). <3
1. Smoked? No.
2. Drank alcohol? Yes.
3. Cried when someone died? Yes.
4. Been drunk? No.
5. Had sex? No.
6. Been to a concert? Yes.
7. Given a handjob/gotten a handjob? No.
8. Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob? No.
9. Been verbally/sexually harassed? Yes.
10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody? No.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 96
11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up? Yes.
12. Laughed so hard you cried? Yes.
13. C
Stolen from ~Petit-Moineau (https://www.deviantart.com/petit-moineau). :D
1. Go to Google and type, "You know you're from (your city or state) when...." (hit "I'm feeling lucky")
2. Cut and paste the list.
3. Bold the items that apply to you.
You know you are from Wisconsin when...
Your whole family wears green and gold to church on Sunday.
You refer to the Packers as "we."
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on
the highway.
"Vacation" means going up nort' to Crivitz for the weekend.
You measure distance in hours.
You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again.