Everyone give a volcanic welcome to the newest and final member of the Emerald Party… The Legendary Ben Silver, as the Legendary Groudon.
Named after thisisbensilver
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Everyone give a volcanic welcome to the newest and final member of the Emerald Party… The Legendary Ben Silver, as the Legendary Groudon.
Named after thisisbensilver
BEN SILVER IS HERE AND HIS SONGS ARE SO LOVELY DEAR GOD
I walked past your apartment today, And I noticed your window was open. It either meant that you weren’t there- Or you’ve learned to be warm without me.
thisisbensilver replied to your photo “it’s sunny and warm and no part of that matches my mood”
MMMMMMM Girl. I'm lactose intolerant so maybe you should keep away with that milky white skin. But that milkshake is so tempting. (I TRIED)
hahahah <3
I sit and watch the world unfold as night breaks into day I think of stories, still untold that fade and float away The wonders of the world I face are boundless and infinite We fly, so fast, through time and space I restlessly spin in it Under my eyes, a darkened blue An almost ebon bruising The sky adopts that mocking hue A chaos fails at amusing So, ceaselessly I venture toward The setting Sun horizon A journey for the one reward I just can’t lay my eyes on For all I seek, I do not find And overwhelmed with sorrow I curse the vastness of my mind Perhaps, I'll sleep tomorrow.
Some stranger on facebook wrote some vaguely erotic, vaguely horrifying, and vaguely interesting fanfiction about me and i am vaguely concerned.
An Honest Love Letter
I’m attracted to you Because you are new, And I am bored of the people around me.
You’ll be my heart’s master Until some disaster Inhibits my psyche profoundly.
I’ll wander, confused, Until some new muse Captures my eye, as some lover.
I’ll forget the notes This poem of mine quotes, And I’ll start the whole process all over.
Today I looked in the mirror and the man staring back was not me.
To be sure, he looked very much like me, but if you really looked closely you could tell.
His eyes were slightly smaller, and his mouth was slightly broader.
He crooked his neck at the oddest angle, and his eyes had too much yellow in them.
"Stranger," I said (as he likewise said)
"You’ve come here for some reason, please do more with my life than I have"
And then I left.