inspiration. God, how I want this.inspiration. by ~carolynelaine
No- how I need it. That's it. That's the word this scene is building itself around. I'm stretched out on the bottom of the world and, more than anything else, I need to just let go. To just stop feeling entirely because anything, anything has got to be better than this.
I need it.
My mind is racing and my heart is pushing itself into second place. As soon as the rest of me has caught up enough to process this thought, it's instant- there's images of rushing rivers, speeding Maseratis, streamlined cheetahs making themselves as unnatural and ungodly as they can to claw down that first meal of the day. Raw, unadulterated
Expounding on Three Words You're the most undeniable source of inspiration I have.Expounding on Three Words by ~carolynelaine
I feel every second you're near me tenfold, as photographic evidence of my existence.
I had no idea what the sense of sight meant until you walked through the door that night, no idea what touch was until your hand found mine, and I could trace every line in your fingerprints.
I can still feel your eyes slamming my heart into my throat and off of my sleeve. And all the wonder in the world is contained in the fact that you're a breath and days away, until I'll pretend I'm not hanging on your every word again.
You're the salt on my tongue that numbs me and make me feel, in the mos
The Sunrise Because that's what happens in the sunrise and great unknown stages of love.The Sunrise by ~carolynelaine
You take every footstep in the direction of further adoration, catching every single syllable that drips from the lips of your subject.
You trip up on every single trait, etching more and more into your conscious mind their perfections.
And when the time comes to actually make the step from drawing up every word to execution, you feel every single flailing beat of your swiftly dropping heart.
Everyone else is painted a paler shade next to you, and I choose vibrancy over the dull life I suddenly find myself in.
I feel like an addict, constantly craving to be co
Kings of Verona Rule number one, leave emotion at the door.Kings of Verona by ~carolynelaine
Drop a name, pick up a drink, and start feeling.
Sinners and saints of the cutting room floor,
Put your hearts up until they stop beating.
We're dying out by seconds, pulling every little string
Just to feel the last lucid high of Verona's kings.
(Give it up until your lungs all stop
Take two more shots for me.
Give yourself a little liquid hope.
Baby, we won't really die- we're gonna lose it tonight.)
Your avarice will only get you in the door,
Your lost conscience will keep you here.
We're alive 'till the poison spikes the floor
Can you feel the menace in this beat?
We're dyi
Peaceful 
Sta.sh
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Artists make art because they cannot survive or remain sane without making art - Emer O'Kelly
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