This Is; Riah
Who is Riah
? She is human
, a monster
, a lover
. a fighter
, a dreamer
, a wisher
, a believer
, and psycho
, all they see is another statistic
. I'm everything, and the opposite. I don't give a [********] what you have to say about me
my Greed heart Baby
I'm..not easy to understand, no one does yet.
I love ADVENTURRING
, swingsets, whipped CREAM
, OTEP,[(my love
, crazies, scary movies!, nighttttime
, icecream, DUCTTAPE, being called LOVE
(:, dreams, plays, POE, anime((::, miss mary jane
, shorts, sidewalks!, eye liner, kitties, being-held, making people SMILE
Im prettty ahhmazzing. Get to know me. It could be worthwhile.(: heart
I HAVE ADOPTED A HUGGABLE MUFFIN!
life expectancy: 2012..duh
owner: Riah Chan
you can adopt one too!ADOPT ONE!
Maybe we should develop a Crayola
bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
I'm always torn between wanting to tell my story to
everyone and let them know exactly what is in my head
or keeping it to myself. The problem is being outwardly
unhappy and consistently so pushes people away, no matter
if they say they're always there to listen, there is only so much
your best friend can listen to. On the other hand, to pretend
that everything is fine is to poison yourself from the inside
out; it is to ignore who you are and lose yourself. So which
is better? To have friends that think you are melodramatic,
seeking attention, and pessimistic, or to drown in your own mind?Still Doll
Hi Miss Alice
With your glass eyes
What kind of dream
Can you see?
Are you fascinated with?
My heart tears
Stuck in the patched crevices
Hi Miss Alice
With that fruitful lips
To whom does love
Is cast away?
I spin my words
Has turned cold
The song to love
Can't be sung either
Still you do not answer
Still you do not answer.
All the best people, are terribly mad.