Ink Stained Theme - Courtney

She wears her ink on her wrist, a symbol of love...of once was, of what is to come...she works in ink...everyday a new word, a new sketch, a new line.
Her hands were inkstained most days, she was the artist...the messy girl who had tainted fingers and a smile on her face. She got lost one day, many years ago...forgot the way to the cross roads, wandering in the dark. I found her, one overcast morning, sleeping beside a grey rock, huddled alone. I draw a heart on her cheek, ink stained face...she awoke...eyes filling with liquid emeralds.

Burn a fire in her soul, and she will come to life. Stain her hands with ink, leave a sheet of blank paper by her feet, and let her dance all over it her heart.


I am the original inkstained girl

xx C

~inkstained paper 2~

from a quiet sunday nite at Lola's place...

{ink stained dream}

She lay in the cool grass, under the evening sky. With her head resting on her hands, she dreamed of the future, and adventures yet to be shared. The ink became the outline, the dream became the filling.


T xx

~inkstained paper~

Grab your paper and ink and play with us !

write, draw, scribble, stamp, snap, crackle and POP!

love, hugs and ink

~Lola~