Me with spiders...

I see a spider...

...and I'm all...

Looking for something to kill it with... then I can't find it because it's a freaking ninja or something... So I search and finally...

SUCCESS.

French Girls :)

Okay!! *Draws for an hour* Ready to see it?

Da F@ck is that? 

Walk. Now.... While you still can...

Oh... Uhm... Thanks... *walks away slowly*

Thorn's Randomness

Uhm... so... I was just compared to an autistic baby...

da f@ck?

-Thorn♥

A Gloomy Dancer

In The Dark Gloomy Night

In the dark gloomy night,
Lies a sweet birdie,
In the hopes of her flight,
With a jejune heart,
With her melodious voice,
Awakens the souls,
She cries but no one hears,
And they say 'how sweet is her voice'
'Look the way she sings'
But no one looks at the way she hides her cry,
In her self, and sings it with them in there dance,
She is happy to see them happy,
In hopes of her flight,
She looks at the sky,
Black blanket spread above her,
Warning her to run,
It comes more lower to her,
And she silently watches,
Breaths a little,
Then comes the evil,
Like a vortex,
Roaring, and dominating,
To frighten her,
To feast on her,
To leave her breathless,
In no hopes of her flight,
She looks around,
And nobody realizes,
She has become an evanescent soul now,
Forgotten to sing, forgotten to live,
Enfeebled,
Enervating,
Completely jaded,
Completely faded in the dark gloomy night,
There lies no sweet bird...

-Ayesha Riaz

-Thorn♥

A Broken Piano

Piano

Touched by your goodness, 
I am like that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby 
that someone had smashed and somehow heaved through an open window.
And you might think by this I mean I’m broken or abandoned, or unloved. 
Truth is, I don’t know exactly what I am, 
Any more than the wreckage in the alley knows it’s a piano, 
filling with trash and yellow leaves.   

Maybe I’m all that’s left of what I was.
But touching me, I know, you are the good 
breeze blowing across its rusted strings.   

What would you call that feeling when the wood, 
even with its cracked harp, starts to sing?

-Patrick Phillips

-Thorn♥

H.P. Lovecraft: "Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places."

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, school sucks! :/ It keeps me away from everything important... like my computer... Anyway, I told you I liked creepy stuff so I figured I'd give you some creepy quotes I liked from H.P Lovecraft. He's pretty cool; he wrote around the same time as Edgar Allan Poe and they actually had a little rivalry in their time. I was actually excited to look him up because Poe is the reason I wanted to become a writer... Hence, why I write extremely gloomy stories... I feel like I've made a philosophical conclusion... Enjoy! 

"We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight."

"Then the shadows began to gather, first little furtive ones under the table, and then bolder ones in the dark paneled corners." 

-The Strange High House in the Mist

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”

-Supernatural Horror in Literature

"The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination."

"I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars... I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness..."

-From Beyond

"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places." 

-The Picture in the House

"In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring." 

-The Descendant

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, 

And with strange aeons even death may die." 

-The Call of Cthulhu

-Thorn♥

I began to think to myself...

I began to think to myself...
almost everyone I know or don't know
smokes, drinks, does illegal drugs, has under-aged sex...
I wondered why
Some people do it to be rebellious
Some want to be different
Some are afraid of conformation
but when you think about it...
They are conforming....because every one is doing it
So many teens use alcohol or weed to have fun
but then I think
how is that fun?
Unaware of what you actions are to be
"I am aware" they say
or "I know not to do that much"
then they do go over their limit
Why is it so fun to be out of your right mind?
Why is it so fun to not remember what happened yesterday?
I want to remember what happened yesterday.
I want to treasure my memories.
To much of us want to grow up too fast
and too much of us think of maturing as the wrong thing
Drinking doesn't make you mature.
Smoking doesn't make you mature.
Having sex doesn't make you mature.
Drinking doesn't gain you respect.
Smoking doesn't gain you respect.
Having sex doesn't gain you respect.
It does the opposite.
Teens take advantage of sex
Teens try to grow up so fast
Sex doesn't make you older
If it did
Rape and Molest victims would age faster
but they don't
I should know
no one takes these things seriously
Smoking
Drinking
Illegal drugs
'Legal' drugs
Under aged sex
Put these 5 rocks down and pick up 5 flowers
You don't have to be addicted to weed - be addicted to animals - cats, dogs, birds, horses
You don't have to be addicted to vodka - be addicted to cooking - spaghetti, chocolate cake, cookies
You don't have to be addicted to meth - be addicted to drawing - painting, creating, art
You don't have to be addicted to tobacco - be addicted to singing - play an instrument too
You don't have to be addicted to sex - be addicted to fashion
Parents, teachers, adults say that we can be whatever we want to be when we put out minds to it.
Well...we can't do that if we're high or drunk or working the streets can we?

---

Crimson Rose

Pear Tree

Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted,
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;

no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;

O white pear,
your flower-tufts
thick on the branch
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.

- Hilda Doolittle