Happy - Blog Posts
... Or Give Me Death.
Im nobody, the faceless.
the one you forget and leave nameless.
the one who cares for the careless.
teaches fear to be fearless.
thatll pick you up and be proud of.
the one who will give it all up.
who will bare your pain for a smile.
and all the while....
Im nobody the faceless.
the one forgot, burred nameless
the one trying to find where this pain fits.
wears a mask where their face is
fast loosing their patience.
one thats tired just waiting for days end.
questions existence.
that just want to KNOW.
they made one persons day
then the pain was worth it.
but not taken away
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I am an artist.
I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.
1 Truth
the voice is an actor, and the eyes... they can hide. but the heart is honest. we can feel it inside. it feels for all things, all things that we do. all things that we feel can only be true. true cause you felt it, nobody but you. ashamed or embarrassed. its all kept inside.Just to ourselves, to ourselves we cant lie. no matter how hard. and oh how hard we can try. we only know truth in its feeling . no need for words. no room for lies. ...Just love. If you know what that means youll have tears in your eyes. and it beats and it beats and it beats till it dies.
Words hold no truth, bear no meaning.
A flick of the tongue and a feeling. Combined with a gust of air. A string of linear conscious thought and an inquisitive stare. A thought now gave flesh by word. though its new definition pales when compared.
broken windows of missed opportunity timelessly hung in a frame of regret.
I cant stand seeing the old, young, weak, loved, sad, strong, ill, infected, handicapped, unwanted, un noticed, lonely, crushed, disfigured, the religious, meaningless, free, the willing or unwilling captive. the too thin, too thick, too rich too poor, too pretty, too ugly, the just right, the in between, the conscious, the dormant, the used and the users. goldy locks and all the bears. the pigs their wolf, the lines, loops and circles. and then I look in the mirror. I wonder where the hell do I belong? between the lines, out of the details, behind the scenes. the dark side of the moon. somewhere in limbo. just waiting for a green light. waiting for my time. but somethings wrong. I must not have heard the whistle. Was I ready? I was set. and there it goes. Turned around to find lights out, curtain drawn and doors closed.
the eeg shell.
Ill grit my teeth and bare your pain.
but you wont remember me.
all I was, this life, my tragedy.
a delicate balance, definition of fragility.
though planted feet I loose stability.
its hard to breath drowned in humility.
all the words I took for granted.
Even while trying I cant imagine.
I just want to say Im sorry.
weak but still standing.
all the words that flow through me, never ending verbal sea. none of which amount to anything... not near what I think they mean. All these thoughts Above me circling. pondering if, and what if there was... some meaning? What could it be. What will this bring? wounds in mending. shaping me. Tear it down, now build it up. break my heart but you cant break me. no matter how close you think I seem.
enough heart ache for two.
I feel like this life is so fleeting.
and I worry I wont find a meaning.
before it ends.
The time just keeps slipping by.
Im aging... before my eyes.
I sit and talk with those whom I call friends.
but it never ends, they dont know me.
I dont have one.
but Im waiting.
my friend.
for the day you love me again...
I know it wont come but Ill hold my breath.
Ive been practicing. Ive gotten good at it.
its all just a game that they're playing.
I just wait my turn. keep on waiting.
untill it ends. and its over.
no... second player.
waiting till it ends.
and then maybe...
Ill see you again.
My Hands, Your Lips, Our Eyes.
My hands, you use to say they were perfect.
That I had perfect hands.
I wonder if you even noticed them before you left.
I see my hands everyday, but I never really look at them.
At least I havnt in years. But… Im looking at them now.
Time is showing, the texture is changing.
Fine lines cover my knuckles.
There seems to be more wrinkles where they bend.
They say you can tell someones age by their hands.
I wonder if it’s a fair representation.
I wonder if what my hands where to you, is what your lips are to me.
Soft, pink, plump, warm, delicate, perfect.
I wonder if Id recognize them. If in fact I were to ever see them again.
If we ever see each other again.
Our eyes looked so similar.
Like the same eyes on a different day.
They knew each other so well.
But I wonder if they would recognize each other now? Or later?
Somehow I don’t think so.
A change in shade, hue, fine lines, and wrinkles.
Lines of happiness and pain. Everything in between.
One just as indistinguishable as the other.
I wonder if itd be they cant, or wont want to recognize.
Or maybe theyd wish they had never forgotten.
how cute can a human cow be, yes please 😍
bitch im a cow 🐮
Who needs boys if you can enjoy this... 🍾🍹
It makes me so happy draining my slaves. I’m a brat so naturally I ask until there is nothing left. You won’t feel satisfied until you’ve given me everything you have. Submit now and become the devoted beta boy you’ve always dreamed of being
My girlfriend found another woman listening to metal – and now she has a new friend to attent concerts without other men ignoring her, when they see she is with her boyfriend. She is super happy about being adored again and is really looking forward to dress up pretty for these events with all those real masculine men. The little cuckold in me is also happy, but she's going to friendzone me soon though.
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I love the smiling too 💖 the gag and the spit.
Drooling idiot. Self portrait on the left, Hubby’s phone on the right. I hate the smiling pics, but he loves them.
Her body was made for one thing and only one thing... and she knows that
Jaw Dropper of the Day: Sephora Maria Noori
Simply perfect, she looks so needy, horny and willing to do as is told that makes of her a so beautiful mindless thing
The doe eyed look… it’s good for you little one… stop you from getting those icky wrinkles in your head that you hate so much…
Now open your mouth and let daddy use your head for what it’s good for… we know it’s not thinking…
Be less…
Simply love that look how much peace she reflect by the thoughts absence
