why use nothing when we had everything?

it was something i've only heard of on TV and read about in some med books. surprisingly, i never showed interest in it even though it was about blood. i have had my passion for blood for a while, and i couldn't imagine how it could harm anyone lethally. i was amused by the idea that it could cause death in such a slow, painful way.it was the day mark cut his arm when, ironically, i stopped showing any kind of interest in medicine. ruby, diluted liquid kept running down his tanned arm, and i had no idea how to stop it. he had though, because apperently he's had this for a while.after the blood stopped running, he made me sit down.i couldn't sit in a straight position, so i just layed in the wet grass, waiting for tomorrow.he whispered to me words that would make anyone smile, but i couldn't do that anymore.all i wanted was to remember what that was, if what happens to him can be cured.it couldn't. mark died of leukemia that december, and i wasn't even there for him. all i wanted was him to sing carols with me, but i suppose the angels are pretty glad he's there, to delight them with his soft voice.and i hope his lips are not chapped and pale anymore, i hope his eyes glisten in that hoary shade of them like they used to when he was a kid.i hope he's one of them.

bring that back.

i liked how he'd play with me hair when i used to bite his tongue.

vreau o zi de iulie şi o lună de august.

come back .

not talking to you makes me have nightmares...

~NIGHTLY~

photo by sourcow.

come make my day.

pentru ca azi am primit ciocolata negra si frunza de menta separat de la cineva de care uitasem.

pentru ca e genul de lucru care ma face sa zambesc necontrolat.

auzi, tu.

photo by ~roux-s