Inmate Tea-Time Revolution (Source: theoverworld, via prettyinplague)  My dear friend played paparazzi around the apartment.  (Source: h8ers-gon-h8, via imagine-marc)  (Source: ourdarling, via prettyinplague) Tea-Time Rants: Secondhand Heart So here I am, one year from the beginning. Still not knowing if this is an epilogue to a show finished long ago, or a prologue to another one. At least ticket price hasn’t changed yet.
It still costs only a heart.
Why did you have to choose me?
There were many other pretty faces, so why did it have to be mine that you’ll own?
Was it my innocence that attracted you? Or was it the sinner potential?
How lucky I thought I was, to be the one who claimed the biggest prize.
How privileged I felt, when your lusty smiles were directed to me alone.
And in some way I was lucky, but for all the wrong reasons.
You made me grow.
You taught me to hide and you taught me to lie.
You had to know I’d need it someday. Why else would you have done it?
Every time you hit me to the ground and healed my wounds, I grew even stronger.
More cunning. More resourceful. More dangerous.
Until I had beaten every man who stood in my way.
One victory more, one bullet less.
And yet I couldn’t beat you.
How do I even begin to explain that being with someone so dangerous was the last time I felt safe?
And how do I deny my own lethality when I’ve hurt so many?
But what happens when you become equally dangerous as your loved one?
Millions of paths that lied ahead suddenly shrunk. Or we grew too big? I never knew which theory pleased me more. There wasn’t enough space for both of us on the same path.
One had to fall off.
The weaker one.
Me.
I’d be lying if I said that somewhere in my subconsciousness I couldn’t see it coming.
That last time you hit me to the ground, you didn’t stay to heal my wounds again.
You didn’t hold my hand while I waited for my bones to grow back together.
You took your light and went your way, when you knew I didn’t do well in the dark.
I couldn’t beat you. And even if I could, I didn’t want to. I never wanted to let you down.
So there I was, like a blinded beast looking for a safe place to hide.
A warrior down.
You never really bothered to give my heart back.
So, naturally, I never bothered to grow a new one. I knew that someday, a new personality will take over and bring it’s own heart, and build it’s own world and I’ll be new again.
So I stole one instead.
Then another one, and another… easy prey.
I’d steal them just to burn them. I never enjoyed watching the victims suffer, I only found relief in their flames. Relief from the reality so heavy it could easily shatter my whole being.
What a happy sadistic game I played with each one of them.
They never saw it coming, until it was too late.
Everyone offered a hand, but no one lent it. Everyone wanted to know my story, but no one even paid attention.
No one ever saw me cry or knew how I really felt. No one ever will.
Cause if they do, they become the enemy in this revolutionary war I’m waging against myself…
And I don’t like wasting bullets on just anyone.  (Source: calif0rnacati0n)   Just me, snuggling around in a friend’s sweatshirt. :3   (Source: holyforestfairy, via confessionsofazydrateaddict) And when a gaggle of faces appears around me,
It’s lucky I hate to be taken seriously,
I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor,
If I couldn’t count on men to slap my ass anymore.
Emilie Autumn - Thank God I’m Pretty Tea-Time Rants: Valentine’s Day Does the bare thought of having no one to exchange trivial, unoriginal gifts on this day really make you suffer?
Is love and romance really all it would take to make you happy?
Oh, what wouldn’t you give for that person to look at you and just see your untold feelings…
I doubt it.
I doubt you’ve even experienced love yet.
You say you love, but you also say you’ll love forever, and look how that works out every time. How, then, can you believe yourself when you say it out loud and how can you expect others to believe it?
This so called ‘romance’ you seek, is it romance at all? Will you go to the ends of the world to find it? And will you take your own life if you don’t?
Well, if that’s the case, go ahead…
Pull the trigger,
Tighten the noose,
Twist the knife…
A bottle of pills will do the trick, too. For you never knew life or any of its joys. You failed to identify your feelings, and you’ll pay the price for it. And should you reconsider at some point, it will be too late.
You’ve already jumped the track.
“It’s not fair.” Fair? It is far more fair than the injustice you brought upon your soul. When you blame yourself for failing, when you never even bothered to try. You cry yourself to sleep, but never stop to think if these ‘reasons’ you’re crying for are reasons at all.
Misery loves company. And you spread yours well. Infecting people around you. Bringing them down with your empty complains, crying for help, but never accepting it.
How much must you hate yourself to need another, in order to feel complete? You are one being, and no amount of pleas and no amount of tokens of affection will change it.
The best you can do is to know yourself, before you even try to to know this love, that brought you so much suffering. To yourself, you must be a wonderful person, but you’ll never know it until you try.
You’re on your own… for now. And maybe, someday a kind soul will find you when you least expect it. And then, then it will all be worth it.
But, until then, would you like some tea? In the days that followed, the doors were open, everyone was free, and nobody left. We needed each other. The Asylum was ours now, and finally, we belonged here.
Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls This is just a doodle of what to expect from me in the next few months.
I have a bunch of ideas in my head right now, so I’ll be posting them as I draw them.
Who’d knew Victoriandustrial could be so much fun…
P.S. Sorry for the crappy anatomy, I was fuck tired when I made this. It’s time for war, it’s time for blood, it’s time for TEA!
Emilie Autumn - Time For Tea
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