There I stood, donned in pink and black, jesting with my father as he purchased three films. The price rang up, the check was written, and we turned to leave.
There he was; I don't know why he stuck out, but he did. His black hair framed his face, accentuating his pale skin. The dark clothes glorified his thin yet muscular frame. He had a feral look to him, beautiful yet terrible. But the thing that stopped my heart was his gaze. His eyes held me in their dark power.
In the brief moment our eyes met, I felt a strong urge to run to him or to run from him. My insides jolted and I feared that if his gaze should hold me longer than a moment, I
Current Residence: Alaska deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large Print preference: mugs! Favourite genre of music: All other than country and rap Favourite photographer: VampXTramp Favourite style of art: Hawt Operating System: Dell MP3 player of choice: ipod (if only it had a mic) Shell of choice: Conch Skin of choice: my own Favourite cartoon character: Larry the Cucumber Personal Quote: I eat babies
Favourite Movies
photon, the idiot adventures
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Disturbed
Favourite Games
Conker's bad fur day
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
Pencil, paper, eraser, pen, and photoshop elements 4.0
I don't know what's going on with me. I think I've actually started to be responsible. I've been cooking and cleaning all day, and I wrote up the shopping list...
what we needed:
Mayo
paper towels
bread
cheese
milk
I didn't add anything extra...
I think I'm scaring my father.
I know I'm scaring myself.