#hello devil

[tiifany]

her see through lace

Y’ALL LIKE TO ANTAGONIZE ME HUH

[thattwistedfreakonaleash]

Hello Devil, I Am Scatta-Day 2

4-11-2017 Here I am again, writing to you. Dreams are a weird thing Devil, sometime they set you up for disappointment other times you wish you could record them on some sort of DVD recorder. Many times I have dreamt of you and each time I wake up regretting my decision to do so. Every dream I have of you leaves me feeling breathless even as I sleep. Dreams are the one place I can see what is to never be. In my dreams I am part of your word, it makes my heart flutter.  I remember every dream I have of you, those dreams keep me happy, keeps me hoping that one day I will meet you and tell of these dreams and just how ridiculous they seem. Only in a fleeting moment have I seen you face to face and that was enough to keep me smiling, keep me hoping and keep me alive. In that small moment my dreams were realized. You were real!! You were there under the same sky, the same air. You acknowledged me in a small moment with a wave as you passed me in a van from sound check, nothing more than a smile and a wave but it was enough to make my night and is still my favorite memory to this day. That one gesture is enough to fuel my dreams until I see you again. That was in 2010. Then there is the small note you wrote on a photo of the band taken in 1994. The words ‘Thank you for waiting soooooooo long’ have made that photo one of my most prized possessions and has kept me happy and alive since I received, so thank you for that.

Meeting you, even in that little moment was literally a dream come true. A dream I always wanted to come true, a dream I hope will come true again. One day I hope to talk to you, hand you this notebook and tell you hoe much I love you and how much of a dream come true it is for me to have you know of  my feelings, I know it won’t change anything but it is important for me to get these feelings to you. Dreams have an amazing way of giving me hope that one day I will meet you even just to say hello and thank you. If I got the chance to embrace you I feel I would break apart. My dream would be to meet you and hug you. The degree in which you helped me cannot be expressed in words fully. It is the reason I love you so much and the reason you mean so much to me. My dreams of you keep me hoping one day that when I meet you I can tell you of everything i feel for you. The dream of being a part of your world may never come true but in these entries I hope to let you know that all my feelings are indeed genuine. In this notebook and it’s counterparts I hope to paint a picture of my heart and why it belongs to you. I love you my muse, my savior, my love. Goodnight Devil. Much love, Scatta

[thattwistedfreakonaleash]

Hello Devil, I Am Scatta-Day 1

4-10-2017 I’m no poet, I am no writer but like you I have a heart, and that heart beats with blood and feelings. I have always found you attractive, even now you’re 46 despite your objections, even at 13 my mewling brain knew you were special to me. I am 24 now. Then I found out you were married with three children and that threw a spanner into my little shithead world, but I eventually grew up to know that if you were happy I was happy, you needed to live your life for yourself not some lost soul stuck in a lonely corner hoping for what would never be. Even today I still harbor some naivety to that thought, that maybe one day you will find me and make me part of your world, how I would hope for you to do that. But hope doesn’t make the world change does it Devil? I have met you only once, in a fleeting moment when I thought my heart would stop from your presence, you seem so far, so untouchable, so.....not real. As if I am not to know you as to not poison your soul with my filthy being. As if you were this shining light that would go out if I so much as stepped into your shadow. You came to me when I needed you the most, not in the physical form but in your words, your voice. Forever my muse.  You found me, in my little corner your words found me, broken, scarred and alone. You reached into my sternum and pulled out my heart and tenderly held it, and I smiled, I smiled because I liked what I was seeing. You held my heart and as it beat in your hands it’s blood dripped through your fingers, you crushed my heart into sound and that sound came to me under the moniker of KoRn. I knew then just as I know now that you were forever entwined in my heart, I couldn’t keep it from you. You let me know that everything was OK. I loved you and I still love you today, it’s hard to know I will never know you as I would like to know you but this is just me being selfish. You, your life, your happiness is there for you, in your amazing children and your gorgeous wife. The luckiest woman in the world I often say, you have shown her a side of you I only wish to glimpse but it is not to be. Love her Devil, with every bone in your being, and she too should love you with all her being. As that’s what I would do, what I still do.  No birthday or Christmas gifts, no Valentine’s cards, with you I wouldn’t need them, to wake up to you would be enough, to see you in the mornings, to listen to you at night, through good, through bad.  I built my world around you Devil, and I like what it has become despite falling apart occasionally. You have given me hope in my darkest hours, you made me feel something I thought I was incapable of feeling: love, deep love. I hope these entries aren’t perceived as ‘stalkerish’ because that is not my intention. It is a bit of my soul, in every entry: my feelings, my love, my heart. Think of it as a long love letter or a horrible confession. Don’t let go, know you are always loved. What if I was nothing without you? Goodnight Devil. Much love, Scatta

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preciousdevil308 replied to your post:Psssst. Guess what. You're real cute. :3

Think it has to do with your ‘fascination’ with cats.. Somethin’ about a giant robot finding tiny furry things ‘adorable’ is apparently grounds to call you cute..

Eh...  I guess I just find the fact that it all hinges on cats is...

...dispiriting.  

I don't know it just seems like it's something that I get called a lot so I almost wish it wasn't based on something that's just an interest of mine I wish it was something more...  intrinsic to me?  If that makes sense?

Ah well...