"I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else."
- Vladimir Nabokov (via ziggystarmust)
(Source: luckyramona, via epitome-of-stunning)
Good Boy
I met you when I was eleven. I was looking for a new friend. And you immediately ran up to me and showed me love right away. You were so cute little and round. I was lucky to get you. My new best friend. Growing up with you I would call you my baby. But you aging faster, I was your pup. When ever I would hide in the backyard crying, hurt over something, you were there. You would just sit next m,e waiting for me to look at you, and when I did, you always had a few licks to give me. You were always happy, and you always made me happy. You really were the happiest living thing I ever knew. And when you would get scared, you would run to me and hide your face in my lap. You were little, and thought you were a lap dog, but you were so chubby and heavy ha, but I didn’t care, I would let you sit on me. I’m going to miss your silly dog faces, your snoring, the way you just sit there and wag your tail looking at me, and ever since I taught you the trick “shake” you were always trying to shake just to get food. Little fat ass haha
You had my heart Scottie. You were my baby, my best friend, my little chubby dog. And to see you go….it broke my heart. It really did. We don’t speak the same language, but we understood each other quite well. Ten years growing up with each other. I love you with all my heart Scottie. You will be dearly missed.
I love you Scottie bear. I’m going to miss you like crazy.
Beating Pain
I can feel my heart pounding
It beats fast
It beats hard
What a gift it is to have a heart
To feel the passion beat
To feel the excitement beat
To feel the love in your heart
But all I want to do is rip it out
To take take all these blissful feelings away
To not feel anything, that would be a real gift
To feel to emptiness
Sweet wonderful painless emptiness
