S.
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fall
Current Residence: Seattle Area. Favourite genre of music: anything. MP3 player of choice: Ipod. Wallpaper of choice: foxes. Personal Quote: If I could get a firm grip on reality, I'd choke it.
Favourite Movies
anything horror.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Avenged Sevenfold. Red Hot Chili Peppers. B.B. King. Etc.