Soot-ing.

http://blackshimmer.blogspot.com/

=D

Okay. So I need to decide and order the dress 2 months beforehand. And I'm absolutely torn between the following choices. I'm obviously gonna add sleeves to them, but I need to choose. A little help please?

Crystalline Sari:


Paris Sari:


River Sari:

Change, change, change.

Oh man. What the fuck? I've been way too fucking emo for way too fucking long. *series of wtfs*
Sigh. It's time to give this blog a new tone, I guess. I'll just start off with KGS stereotyping. And KGS chootbags.

Tomorrow. Not today. They're not worth that much.

How fun.

My sister's getting married.

This is gonna be one hectic year. Whoop-di-fucking-doo.

New song obsession.

I'm no barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed
So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud

You're not some baby boy
Why you acting so surprised
You're sick of all the rules
Well I'm sick of all your lies
Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think I'm gonna choke
I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?
Nothing ever came from nothing man
Oh man, ain't that the truth.

Storytelling.

If you were a king
Up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go.

B.

As I sit here, smoking my 10th cigarette of the day even though it's noon, I can't help but wonder if I had not given you everything you needed. Space, time, permission, love, tender care. What a fool I was. You tell me over the phone about how much you love me, with just a hint of apology in your words. But somehow, I don't believe you. Your words are hollow, empty. If what you are saying now were to hold true, you wouldn't have done what you did.
There has never been anything I've wanted to forget. But you are a part of my life I want to erase. I want to forget I ever knew you, and I curse the person who introduced us be it my very own sister. I'm sorry for pushing you into something that would have later proved to be troublesome for me.
But atleast now I can sit back and think: I never went wrong. Because I didn't. I kept my end of the bargain, you failed to keep yours. And I thought I was the promiscuous one here. It wasn't enough for people to remind me everyday that if there would be any pain coming into this relationship, it would be from me to you. How wrong they were. You see, we both know ourselves too well. But you don't know me.

While you sit and tell me how many girls you've slept with while I've been away, it's just another excuse of torture in my list within the past 2 days. And thankyou for opening my eyes, and invoking such feelings in me. I will not leave. I will show you exactly how much pain you would have caused me by just being with you and showing you all the love and care in the world. You do not know my cruel side, you have not experienced it. I will make you want to kill yourself.
Cause right now, all I want to say is: fuck you.

I feel nothing for you anymore.
Nothing.