Death of a Cyborg by Shorra.
LOOK AT HIM HE IS THE TEA
Love, Sexual n’ Romance blog
50 shades of red
three canvas, layered
pinks, valentines day cards, lacey whites, pretty and pink, pages of 50 shades of grey cut out, mod podge on ?
dark red, maroon, blood, kink, scratches, paint with body?
lip stick kisses, handprints, cut through canvas,
harding red clay
plaster cast of body?? NO COLOR, just plaster, mod podge the book to it
fifty shades of grey, clay, fake flowers, toned paper for draw, white paper for draw, mod podge
how much more must we mackle
library; return two books, check out three.
start RED project
go to B&N if needed— buy toned & portrait paper, if go
gym for an hour
start taking notes on books
clay ideation studies if time
Two times. One hour.
Two hearts. One love.
You haven’t changed a bit. It was like summer again. We ran, danced, embraced, kissed, and smiled uncontrollably, clinging to each other. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened at all— like there was nothing to be sad about, like we’d never been sad at all. Like we weren’t shattered, or broken, or cut to pieces.
It was like going back in time. But the past is becoming our present again, and I couldn’t be happier. Time heals all wounds, and the stitches will be off before either of us know it, and though there are scars, there will be something new. Scarred, but perfect none the less.