The Rebel
Grey fur and wild hair quite shocking with trinkets and makeup so necrose, spotted and spiked with great piercings - his brazen wide smirk's so enduring.
The girl I knew.
She couldn't brush her hair, or put make up on her face. she couldn't hold you dear, or give you a warm embrace. she couldn't clasp her hands, as if in the form of prayer. she couldn't understand, why she was in a wheelchair.
Next...
With a steady hand i broke the band to be more than the memory could show the future always a past realization, the present seems more able to grow beyond & above the times i cherish, & moments i'll always love seconds make up what's left for remains
Labels
When will people make up their minds?
Idle Hands
The only person that would be in it would be her, and... she could do her hair up nice, wear makeup and a new outfit. she'd be a different person!
Peace-full...
. - because why not peace-full slow & steady, dust is shown from heavy hands glass long broken, footsteps remain in times priceless sands muscles move aching among twist & turns long forgotten holes make up most of the remains on a shirt once soft cotton
Lament of the Moon: S&H - Ch 01: A Kirin's Dream in a Wolf's Tale -Ep02
Can she put on even more makeup?" sasuga remarked when the director left, referring to ms. remington's overused makeup on her wrinkled face, making her frankly uglier than she was supposed to.
Distrust CH3: Forgiving
We're going to make up for it today, okay?" harry said, giving a smile to doi. "really?" the boy asked, looking up to the two men. "of course. we're going to get you some cake, and some streamers, and two presents just for you!"
A Wolfs Love Chp.1
I blushed and ate some, "well ok then, i have to go and i won't be back till about 5" she said as she was putting on her make-up. "so you better behave...oh and dylan: no more calls to india..." she said in a stern tone.
A child's laughter
What's left is an empty shell, nothing but makeup. a child's laughter resounds again, filling the neighborhood with sonorous exclamation of joy when will i be able to laugh as such, i ask.
Paradox
When and how can i make up my mind? love is the main conduit for my "depression" and i know it for a fact. but it is mostly the lack of it that drives the deep and almost infinitive sorrow and angst that i feel more than i should.
The Dimensional Traveler- "Author's note"
I can only hope that this book will be enough to make up for my failure as a father. i was a very important being in many of the realms that you may have heard about in school.'