~ The Popular Lonely-ist ~
Failure is unimportant; it takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
Charlie Chaplin

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"Love is the only industry which can’t operate on a five-day week." - Mae West

"Love is the only industry which can’t operate on a five-day week." - Mae West

Lake of Tears

Whispers of each sound is captivating to my mind, swirling of wonderment and torture. Each sound, each memory…just fills. My eyes blink into deep depth of darkness until everything went away. Every gone away…moved away. I filled my mind with water of a glistening lake; my feet slowly move themselves since this seems to be an automatic project for us. My mind wondered into the thoughts and feelings of what people’s thoughts wanted. My mind wandered into dreams of just visions of lives that I would never hope to be…but sure, I did try. Drowning myself under the currents of the pull of the moon, I realized that I needed to change once more. My soul need to modify into someone else, I needed to pretend to be someone completely and utterly different. My last breath drifted to the surface as my eyes fade out into placidness, I am a new person. I open my eyes to speak out into the world. My simple nods and smile win everyone over, I’m a new person. A new person who everyone loves, but what’s next? After everyone loves me, what do I do? Another whisper of anger, of hatred, of death, and I felt the same abandonment of which I did before….in the beginning off all of this. Of killing, my own personality to adapt to others needs and wants. Another whisper of anger, disposal, and fear, and I felt nothing anymore… no one anymore. My eyes blink into the moon lit lake which I drown my own being countless of times to just satisfy one person to a group of ten. One still hates me, which then spreads, then everyone hates me…I need to kill myself again to create someone people who will actually love…but who? I killed myself so many times, I have no idea who I am or have been. I gave different names to each result of the drowning, but in all honestly…I don’t care anymore. To feel this attachment in a soul of a being…it’s not enough to actually keep myself in this health. Often times my father openly states that my moods, facial features, and attitudes change constantly to no end. My mother only realizes it once I start asking for objects to improve my appearance or diminish my outcome. Each day, I hear the same things, I can’t be a perfect person…I can pretend to believe that one such exists. Drowning myself once again, to only realize that I failed again in my practices. Drowning myself again to fail once more. Drowning myself once more, to only see my result in failing. What’s the common variable in the results? My death. Drowning myself in a tube of lake water, with the moon shining upon the lake, I just float to the top…why not just end it? The moon skipped the ripples into light, and the small currents push and pull into the middle of everything to have only been like that for the living creatures I have created in my mind. This lake was smaller when I first started; to only be an inch of rain pouring, now look at it…it’s the size of me in height. Clouds bustle around the moon for advice as I keep returning to this place. I cry another teardrop as I sink into the lake, to only find it larger than it already was. My breath drifted to the top reaching up towards the moon, to hug and share love with one another. The lake of tears, is the lake that I never woke up from…the Lake of Tears is where my body still lays… silently…peacefully…calmly… and…dead….

~Quintessence Kelling~

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‘The most flattering mirror you ever peeked in!’ - 1950s cosmetics advertisement.

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theniftyfifties:

‘The most flattering mirror you ever peeked in!’ - 1950s cosmetics advertisement.

Awesome :3

I'm here to creep, bet you can't guess who I am~

The Great?

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Charlie Chaplin’s grave, because I would wonder how a god of comedy (other than Jim Carrey) could fall and rest.

"Time changes everyone’s perspective,
So why do we wait to jump to actions?
And wish we did when it passes?

Time changes everyone’s perspective,
So why do we stop ourselves from trying?
And wish we didn’t?

Time changes everyone’s perspective,
So why do crush our spirit down to a pit of nothing?
And wish we were different?

Time changes everyone’s perspective,
Its time to change yours.”

~ Quintessence Whitfield ~
- 23 October 2010 -

All men’s reactions to my kisses~

All men’s reactions to my kisses~