i think....
a bruise as big and beautiful as a flower blooming, colors changing ever so slightly, like the autumn trees if you could fast-forward through fall. blue and black and purple and a tinge of red, pink at times, pinks i've never seen, and a purple that really would be quite lovely as a blouse, but no, this is my skin and hard-pressed, i admit that i am somewhat fond of it looking this way, though i don't like how it go to be so. but this one is truly gorgeous, the way the colors mix and fade and darken then lighten, all swirling together, as if it is a blob of paint that i am hesistantly looking at, changing ever so slightly in my search for the perfect, perfect color.
and now....a great big list of whatever
- i adore being pale. i love how untouched my skin is by the sun, and i adore being a shade of ivory.
- i hate when you can feel a friendship ending.
well...i guess it wasnt a great big list.
but its something.
and now....a great big list of whatever
- i adore being pale. i love how untouched my skin is by the sun, and i adore being a shade of ivory.
- i hate when you can feel a friendship ending.
well...i guess it wasnt a great big list.
but its something.