One Million Faces, One Million Lies by XxR10T-StaRxX, literature
Literature
One Million Faces, One Million Lies
When he was on stage, he was one person. Dealing with fans, he was another. Taking photos, yet another; working in the studio, another; talking with his band mates, another. For every instance in his life, he had a different mask to wear. Sometimes, he was aloof, distance, cold, sometimes amiable, sometimes, he wasn't even sure if he was human anymore. It was a constant switch, the swapping of faces for one that suited him better for the day, and increasingly more and more, he felt his pile of masks grow taller and taller, to the point in which his own face had become a blank canvas.
Who was he? What face defined him? Was he simply one of th
There's Something About Him by XxR10T-StaRxX, literature
Literature
There's Something About Him
He was not the kind of man to get close to people. He was not the kind of person that let himself open up to people, the kind of person that hit it off instantly the moment he met a person. For him to feel that warm jolt in his stomach, that skip in his heart, that tightening of his lungs, it took more effort than anyone had been willing to put forth.
But this boy, this man, was entirely different. Fresh out of his teenage years, with long, blue-tinted hair that came down to the middle of his back, and an air about him that oozed excitement, child-like wonder, and hidden desires that one just couldn't help but want to indulge in. He clutched
4 AM was another packet of Marlboro Reds, it was standing in the blisteringly chilly night on a hard balcony, cold sweat evaporating off of his skin as shaky fingers brought the cigarette to his chapped lips. It was breaking down his hardened walls as he jolted out of a restless sleep, chest heaving and partner-in-crime snoozing away, as always; nothing seemed to phase him. It was a crack in his exterior, a chip in the wall that he was always sure to patch up and fill in by the time the sun peaked over the abandoned apartment complexes surrounding him.
4:30 AM was cold toes against concrete, exposed to the elements when usually so covered up
Ah, yes. Good ol' dA. I still come here to look at the things I have so lovingly stuffed in my favorites. Other than that, not so much. After Elizabeth and Ami left it felt kind of blah. (I only stay on this stupid site because I for some reason have fond memories from 2009 but THEY ARE LIES)
Ahhhh well this was meaningless. I'm not actually leaving. Just lurking. Watching. Waiting.
Not uploading though. Phuq your shit.
See you around, brethren.
Why did I even make a journal saying I was going to Italy last year? As if there would be some sort of major hiatus on my part. Mmmm, self-importance. Anyway. Guess why I'm typing this.
BECAUSE I'M GOING AWAY AGAIN LOL
I'm leaving on the 29th and I will spend years and years in the vast forests of Dal. Then on the 8th I'm going to Stockholm TO SEE GACKT LIVE ON THE 9TH. And then I'll just live with Tove for a few days lol WINE PARTY 2K11*~
And you can all just go to Otakon and have fun without me, yeah? ; ~;
More importantly, why do I still have watchers? It's been six months since I gave you anything to glare at.
I actually have a shitload of drawings on my floor, and they're probably dA material too, but my scanner hates me and destroys everything in it's way. So, too bad. I do have one digital piece that is almost finished, but since I haven't used my tablet in forever, I've probably forgotten how to use it. Sigh.
I'll try to get my shit together anyway, obviously. Draw some more. Do interesting things. (That's a lie.)
Remember when I only made b'aww journals? Yeah, me too. I'm gonna go delete them now.
Here's where you can find me if you