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20 days ago
Current TFW You want to go home and plot drama with your characters, but you're stuck at work dealing with actual drama 😭
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1 mo ago
Your mom's a hoe.
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2 mos ago
It's hard to believe it's been this long without Poly. I'm sure they'd be happy to know they've left a mark on all of us so many years later. Hope you're resting easy friend.
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2 mos ago
Hey Mahz, when are we getting that block feature?
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4 mos ago
I think the world would be a lot more peaceful if men just kissed other men more often.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

Most Recent Posts

Hanging On - Falling In Reverse
Sweet Dreams - Marilyn Manson
The Unforgiven - Metallica
Secrets - Makeout
Skyland Avenue - We The Kings
Peace Sign - The Front Bottoms
Shadow - Red
Fighter -- In This Moment
S.L.U.T - Bea Miller
Follow You - Bring Me The Horizon
Band for arguing over words.
You guys are weird.


Dude... you have no idea.
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The first and only time I dyed my hair (I dyed it blue lmao), I actually used this name brand. Highly recomend it.
I Can't Breath - Bea Miller
Toxic Thoughts - Faith Marie
I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance
Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park
November - Sleeping With Sirens
Temple - Tonight Alive
Dying In LA - Panic! At The Disco
Perfect - Simple Plan
Hold On - Chord Oveture
Bad At Life - Falling In Reverse

Now, after listening to that, I shall go drown in a pool of my tears.
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Sounds like love to me~


Oh shush up with that self flattery.
I wanna dye my hair a super bright blue.

Like all of it.

Just blue.

Lots and lots of blue.
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You know you love me. :3


No one said anything about love. I just tolerate you more than most. ^.^
Sadness.
Many authors had try to analyze it. Artists tried to depict it, and musicians tried to make you feel it. All of their efforts have failed in one way or another. Sadness is a complex thing, taking on many different forms, and felt in many different variations. Anyone who had ever tried to analyze, depict, or make you feel it had only focused on one aspect. If you asked the man, he would say that was what angered him most about her. She thought of herself as simple and one dimensional. He, on the other hand, saw every side of her: Every shed tear, every shade of blue, and every word left unsaid. How could she ever water herself down like that? It only made him love her more.

There is the simple sadness. The kind where one might shed a tear over a beloved book series or TV show coming to an end. This was the sadness that she let people see from time to time. You could see it in her eyes, when they traded in their mischievous glimmer for a look of exhaustion. Her tone of voice would become quiet, and the way that she held herself suggested that if you dared to ask, she might just spill her thoughts. Because the truth was, she did need a release every once in a while.

Then there is the sort of sadness that creeps up on you and feels like it lingers there for a lifetime. She only allows those closest to her to see it. She'll stare off into space, isolate herself, avoid eye contact, and never say any more than three words at a time.
Last, but not least, there is an overwhelming sort of sadness - his personal favorite. During this time, her cheeks would be flushed; her eyes tinged with red. Her face would be soaked where she had allowed the salty tears to flow freely. Her lips would be a few shades darker from where she had bitten them - a weak attempt at trying to regain self control. Nimble fingers would reach for her throat, to play with the charm on her necklace - a nervous habit. Her hair would fall wildly in an attempt to hide her face. It was times like these when she became angry and bitter. He had never seen someone show so much raw and pure emotion then when she did during these times. This was when he found her to be absolutely breathtaking.

When she got this way, she would say whatever was on her mind. There was many a time where she had claimed to have felt nothing but numbness; times where she begged to be left alone, and he refused to leave her. There were times where they stayed up into the earliest hours of the morning. She would talk, and he would listen. He knew the deepest, darkest, most hidden parts of her soul. Oh, how he loved the darkness within her - how it completely and utterly fascinated him.

There had also been times where he had wrapped her in a fierce hug, as if her could shield her from all the bad things in the world. Time where he buried his face in the hair at the nape of her neck. He would listen to the steady sound of her breathing, and during the times where she said she didn't know if she was dead or alive - that sometimes she thought of a nightmare that she might one day wake from - he would take her hand in his and place it over her beating heart. A reminder that she was, indeed, alive.

Sure, he loved the moments where she let herself cry freely, but he also cherished the moments when she really smiled, the smiles she didn't fake - the ones where her eyes lit up. The sound of her laugh brought him joy unlike which he had ever known.

Many people would tell you that happiness countered anger, and they would be right, for happiness countered lots of things. But in their case, sadness countered anger. Though her soul was set in darkness, she was his guiding light. She needed him, and in some strange way, her needed her, too. He needed her there to calm him during his rages, to let him know everything was going to be alright - even if she didn't believe it herself. To tell him that he hadn't become the monster he believed himself to be.

She was his, and he, hers.
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