

Beauty Is A Fading FlowerThey remind me of flowers. Pressed flowers, to be exact.Beauty Is A Fading Flower
Plucked young at their peaks and crushed betweek the pages of a heavy book, or in this case a magazine, pressured to retain that which was only ever meant to be a passing beauty. They cling to that one ephemeral moment, trying to preserve it for as long as possible.
It strikes me as such a sad and pointless struggle. It's unnatural, even. No matter how much pressure they're under, their colors will fade, and their petals will dry out and become brittle to the touch. All that will remain is a nearly two dimensional impression of something that's no longer real.


Make BelieveClinging to that candyland promise Poor girl doesn't know any better She doesn't listen when people say You won't find any golden tickets there She sees only what she wants to believe She thinks she can just close her eyes And wish it all away That lonely girl just can't say no To an empty candyland promise Poor girl doesn't know any better than that She won't open her eyes and see Those golden tickets she's waiting on For what they really are She just closes her eyes and make believes She's living a sugar coated fantasy Clinging to that broken candylandMake Believe
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"If she were a Homunculi, her nickname would be "The Ultimate WIN"."
Well somebody inject me with a stone and slap an ouroboros tattoo on my forehead.
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“Stand up for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone.”
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No one can make you feel inferior without your permission.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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"If she were a Homunculi, her nickname would be "The Ultimate WIN"."
Well somebody inject me with a stone and slap an ouroboros tattoo on my forehead.
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“Stand up for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone.”
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People are like stained glass windows when the sun is out they sparkle and shine but when the sun sets their true beauty is shown only if there is light from within.
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