So. I get to make my boyfriend look like a zombie this weekend. Kind of excited.
Anyways! I'm going as Cheshire cat. What's everyone else going as???
Lone WolfNightfang looked up at the sky and wondered how they did it. The stars, that is. How they always shone so brightly and didn't just dim out once in a while when they just couldn't be strong enough anymore. Her mate Switchblade didn't have this problem. He was always so strong, and brave, and took the world on with shoulders forward and paws firm on the ground. She just couldn't. She felt like a lone wolf. She had no pack anymore. She had friends, but she felt as if she wasn't necessarily wanted anywhere. As if the sullen “Oh… she’s here too…” could seep under her fur and leave permanent damage there that was just barely covered but if people looked close enough they could see it. If only she had a real purpose.. Maybe someday... If she survived.Lone Wolf by Soulofthenight663
IntimacyWhat is intimacy? But a word that some have yet to find the explanation for? As intertwined with love as lovers’ souls are with one another. All my life, I spent searching for a fairytale.A feeling I thought I’d never find. Intimacy was but a word not in my vocabulary. More or less listed under “Lust” or somewhere within that category of taboo. But ever since I met you, I felt safe in your arms. Warmth that not even the sun could bring on a bright summer’s day. A sense of knowing that forever was a word I only wish I could use to explain the time I wish to spend by your side, as yours and only yours for eternity. It took time to build my trust, but slowly but surely it happened. It was as natural for me to trust you as it was for the sun to be out in the day, or the moon making everything glisten at night. The soft glow of the stars that night as you asked me to be yours. Even the twinkling stars seemed to pause and stare in anticipation of my answer. AndIntimacy by Soulofthenight663
Everyone always has this long description of themselves. This long complex explanation of everything they want people to think they are, and what they want people to see them as in full specifics. But I let people put to mind their own interpretations of me. So here's mine;|
I'm a girl just trying to find her way in life. Through hardships and endurance, through being strong and having the courage enough to admit her flaws but learning they make you who you are. I'm not afraid of who I am, I'm afraid of others mistaking me for something I'm not. And even so, I am who I am, and that's all that should matter.