tell me you see the beauty in the deadly-ethereal pale skin, in the innocent-empty eyes, in the bleeding wrists.
There was life pulsing. In my brain. pump.pump.pump - it wont let me exist...you know.. ..so I cut it. My veins are bleedig . mushy squiky luiquid. disgusting, really.
I've heard the blood is the irreplacable source of life for some.
___ If you ever been here before, watch this video. Please. :-) It's my first post not for myself. at least for the sake of the fact that some photos are from mm in it =}
there is this other beauty of seeing the first breath, or the pink color coming back to the pale cheeks. It also feels beatiful. VIVLA LA VITA! Viva DA LOVE! :)