73.

a nice haiku for thanksgiving:

Squalk, gobble, gobble

turkeys, indians, pilgrims,

share meals together.

so it's now or never, isn't it?

so it's now or never, isn't it? by valuhree1730 featuring a high-heel

Deathly Hallows in 1 day and 2.5 hours. :O

Opera Night

Opera Night by valuhree1730 featuring a satin dress

69.

Heh. I knew i would get here. ;) It's ironic that it's about cannibal by Ke$ha. Man i love this song! Or rather, am fascinated. Lyrics:

Ruh!

Ruh!
I have a heart
I swear I do
But just not baby
When it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me
Hush if you know what's good for you

I think you're hot
I think you're cool
You're the kind of guy
I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous
You're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you fool

I eat boys up
Breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty
I drink their blood

Carnivore, Animal
I am a Cannibal
I eat boys up
You better run

I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal)
I'l eat you up (I am)
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal)
I'll eat you up

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty
That's when the hunger really hits me
Your little heart goes pitter-patter
I want your liver on a platter

Use your finger to stir my tea


And for dessert I'll suck your teeth
Be too sweet and you'll be a goner
Yep! I'll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer

I eat boys up
Breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty
I drink their blood

Carnivore, Animal
I am a Cannibal
I eat boys up
You better run

I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal)
I'l eat you up (I am)
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal)
I'll eat you up

Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh!
Ohhhh!
Ohhhh!
Ohhhh!

I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) I"ll eat you up (I am)
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) (Cannibal) I am
I...am...Cannibal (Cannibal) I"ll eat you up

I love you
I warned you

Ruh!

Sexy.... right? Well i think it's catchy, and i've always been obsessed with a good serial killer story, like Jeffrey Dahmer for instance. What a fucking psycho. that is all. have a good night.

68.

Gonna rape with some random pictures. It's 11/11. make wishes all day ♥

67.

J'ai fait un rêve. J'ai vécu dans un chalet dans le sud de la France, l'un de vignes grimpant sur les côtés, et des faisceaux de lumière à travers les fenêtres. J'ai coupé le fromage du marché et le poser sur baguettes de Madeline et Juliette. Il était beau.

J'aime la langue française.

66.

I'm not going to lie, there is something extremely therapeutic about food--comfort foods to be exact. I'm not going to say that i was greatly in need of them either, but it was a treat. Soup and Mac-n-Cheese warms my heart in any situation, especially the ones cold as now. Umami is awesome because of it's small portioned appetizers that you want to consume. And pretty much when i saw the special of butternut squash soup, i was sold. And the truffle mac-n-cheese is a beautiful thing. We also got lava cake, but it was too soon consumed before an adequate picture was taken.

So i wanted to show you how lovely they were, so i put the flash on in the restaurant, much to my displeasure.

65.

everything should be harmless,

like the shuddering wind in the frosted trees

nothing should be misread

especially the lines between,

what is illusion and what is real

what you imagine and what you feel,

if everything is simple as life and death,

why is there misconception, strife, and loneliness?

if time is constant, if all else fails,

the life we have is our lovely tale.

Write it truthful,

write it straight

don't be afraid of the impact you make,

the toes you stomp,

and the hearts you break,

will just be bumps of the road you take.

Intertwining and running past,

live it slow not fast,

for you might miss what you see,

and then, my friend, you will be just like me.

Afraid to stand, to sit, to say.

Let your heart be free

let your heart fly away.

wow, i haven't written a poem in ages, and that just flew out of me, like the cold wind outside my window.

feelin' creative, valerie.

64

A Dustland Fairytale beginning
Just another white trash county kiss
In '61, long brown hair, and foolish eyes

He looked just like you'd want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American Prince
A bluejean serenade, and Moon River, what you do to me

I don't believe you

Saw Cinderella in a party dress
But she was looking for a nightgown

I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
He's getting ready for the showdown
I saw the minute that I turned away
I got my money on a pawn tonight


Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire
She says she always knew he'd come around

And the decades disappear like sinking ships
But we persevere, God gives us hope
But we still fear what we don't know

Your mind is poison
Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized

With drawbridges closing

Saw Cinderella in a party dress
But she was looking for a nightgown
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
He's getting ready for the showdown
I saw the ending when they turned the page

I threw my money and I ran away


Straight to the valley of the great divide



Out where the dreams all hide

Out where the wind don't blow
Out here, the good girls die
And the sky won't snow

Out here, the bird don't sing

Out here, the field don't grow

Out here, the bell don't ring
Out here, the bell don't ring

Out here, the good girls die


Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleep
It's such a bitter form of refuge
Why don't you know, the kingdom's under siege
And everybody needs you

Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in ‘61?

In the cadence of a young man's eyes
Out where the dreams all hide