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A Cynic's LamentPain is passionA Cynic's Lament by virgoinvertigo
Passion is pain
This is the basis of our society
Work hard for reward
Starve yourself to fit the mold
Is it worth it?
The pain you put yourself through for the rule they made for you to follow
Fight to fit in
Reject to be accepted
Do we follow hypocrites or make our own way to truth?
Re-DedicationRe-DedicationRe-Dedication by virgoinvertigo
Baby, I know youre scared.
And you think that we dont care.
But girl, you know weve all been there.
Its too much for you to bear alone.
Do you remember that picture
That I sent you over Christmas?
The one with the note that said well
Stay best friends for always?
We were just four smiling girls
Trapped within a moment in time.
And out of all the people Ive ever met.
Youve always remained a mystery to me.
But youre one of the Fab Four,
Part of the core.
And no one could ever take your place.
No, we didnt forget you.
This is a re-dedication.
Do you remember that night on your birthday?
You came back and then walked out of the room.
And I sat with you there and held you while you cried.
And told you things would get better someday.
That wed all be okay
Despite the pains we faced.
And we all tried to be there for you.
And we dont know what else to do.
The rest of it is all up to you.
Burning DaylightBurning Daylight by aPrettyMystery
I was just an innocent bystander. A friend of the Cullens' but not of Bella. And yet she was the one standing up in front of us all in only her shift, hands tied behind her. She looked stonefaced, trying not to cry. I wished she would show some sort of emotion for just once in her life, but she never did.
The drums beat heavily and my heart would have beaten faster if it had still been able to beat at all. I hid beneath my black hood, letting only my good eye peek out at the goings on. This was my doing. I didn't regret it. Not one bit.
Edward would never find out I had had any part in this. And if he did, what would he do to me? He couldn't kill me. I had already died. He couldn't report me to the Volturi. They were on my side.
I spied the Cullens in my peripheral and pulled my cloak tighter round myself. They couldn't know I was here; they didn't know I was even in Italy. The whole family looked like they might break down; Edward already had.
As the pale Volturi leader stepp