

Wanted:Wanted: A boy with dark eyes that have seen too much and a sharp tongue that hasn't said enough. He's got to have scarred fingers and long legs that have felt the embrace of terror, driving them to flee for escape. He needs to keep his heart in a birdcage, and the bottom better be littered with canary feathers or he isn't heartbroken enough.Wanted:
Wanted: A girl with wind tangled hair and Crayola paint under her nails. She's got to be afraid of breathing and waking up in the morning, afraid of talking too loud because she might say something wrong. She needs to trace her stomach at night to depict the organs beneath the su
| My name is Hayley, and I am an artist. Writer, Illustrator, Photographer, Actress, Comedian, Designer, Silver-tongue. My favorite color is grey, and I live off of make-shift meals. I am a faker by birth, a liar by nature. |
--
Looking lost into the night..
Where did you go?
Oooo, I don't wanna know..
--
Sanity Is For The Weak
--
Looking lost into the night..
Where did you go?
Oooo, I don't wanna know..
--
I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
I really appreciate it
-Isaiah
--
My Art: [link]
--
Sanity Is For The Weak
--
Thanks for the dev. watch and favs!
--
Looking lost into the night..
Where did you go?
Oooo, I don't wanna know..
--
Sanity Is For The Weak
--
Looking lost into the night..
Where did you go?
Oooo, I don't wanna know..
Previous Page12345...Next Page