-take out the waterpaints and the dead roses from summer
-take out the waterpaints and paint me some lies (however crude)
-take out the waterpaints, and they'll never think blood by any other name shall taste as sweet-
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, Now
Now you've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you- Blood Rosesby Tori Amos
That's because there is no actual experience behind it. I think that's the greatest protrayals of abstract nouns, when the maker has no idea what she is doing.
Well, it was the closest I could get to this one for the contest.
-No, it's a dried rose. Now it's all stained and stuff, but...*shrug*
*hands you cookie*
and all your picture with the theme of love are perfect
Is that rose made of chocolate? (It looks vaguely yummy. But then, I haven't eaten in a few hours.)
Anyhow, much prettyness.
-No, it's a dried rose. Now it's all stained and stuff, but...*shrug*
*hands you cookie*
I swear, those petals look like giant chocolate shavings.
*devours rose too*
Wow, another beautiful and compelling photo...brilliant