marinelicious

i reach for far-off clouds on the off chance they’ll take me away and i hold onto love-red balloons hoping for that elusive escape look out, everywhere you go someone is crying for a cause and i should like to think something better is waiting above funny, it’s broken here; innocents beg in futility for the justice that will not come; hello, morality is dead. you can scream; you can run you can fight tooth and nail, heart and soul and the oblivion will consume, rot the nobility inside and you could pray; you could parade broken propagandas named change even banners of the finest colors lose t

It hurts, knowing he’ll never love you. You sneak a look at him.  He is perfect as ever, in your eyes.  The most beautiful thing you can even imagine.  All wide eyes and pouty lips and thick lashes. The perfection hurts. For all your romanticism, you aren’t stupid.  Not at all. Beside him is your brother. How can you compete? -- Saoirse has never been an open person.  Honestly, she’s always preferred the safety of facades and silence.  She knows one can never go wrong that way. And she’s never been one to voice her opinions.  Heck, even her voice

i'd be your pretty little liar, a lovely little mocking bird. i'd tell you all the things you want to hear, all the truth lost in cream and fudge covered up in fabricated realities and picture perfect facades. with a cherry on top? i'd buy you all the jewels and houses and material (fake) happiness in the world; i'd build you cities and palaces made for sweet happy endings; i'd whisper the loveliest, dearest nothings in your ear. let's pretend the pain's all gone with a kiss i'd be your pretty little liar -- but i love you far too much.

i. you staple your aluminim foil cut-out stars to your whitewashed walls because they're pretty and stand for hope that which you lack. ii. so staple your wishes and dreams on a star and pray the pain gets their attention because they never seem to lend an ear otherwise. iii. stapled on stars and stapled on wishes and broken hopes and dreams so pin it up, lovely, let it all free.

Standard disclaimers apply. The wedding was wonderful.  More wonderful than any of mine had been.  Alice had definitely poured her heart into this… And, yet again, I was jealous.  She never planned a wedding so lovely for me, never felt so happy for me, but for this human girl… The walls were covered in flowers, all in the most perfect of arrangements, and the very ambiance of the church was that of bliss.  Definitely, this was Alice’s masterpiece…that she hadn’t bothered to spend on me. I tried not to let these feelings show as I walked down the aisle, preceding Bella, the bride.  As much as I disliked her, I woul