February 2011
3 posts
I'm Scared
I’m Scared of Heights
so I walk where there are no railings
I’m Scared of Spiders
so I let them walk across my mouth
I’m Scared of Drowning
so I’ve drowned, when it would’ve been easier to swim
I’m Scared of my Father
so I defy him
and in each of these things I lose my fear,
by repition
by prusing rather then being prusued
and what should be a sweet...
Childhood Romance Warmed Over
Have you seen my patchwork boy?
we stood 3”4 in our socks
when last we stood
He is blonde I am Brown
but our eyes are blue blue blue
everywhere we went people told us
So beautiful So Blue
such a good couple you two
But then I lost my PatchWork boy
the one with scars and blue blue eyes
and now I stand 5”3
and not only my eyes are blue
other things have grown so too
so if...
Moment of Truth
Love is all about honnesty
I agree with the above statement
unfortunately honnesty for some of us is ever changing
potentially all of us
but when it comes to love
as a touchstone
it can’t exsist if you can’t stay
in one goddamn place
maybe probably likely possibly
December 2010
139 posts
Dear Santa
This year I would like some acquaintances who are so perfectly gorgeous shallow and dim, that I needn’t invest any emotion in, but can keep up when I want to go dancing.
Regards
Annelise
You know those pictures? The ones taken without your knowledge in parties, where you remember having quite the wonderful time? Yes, those ones, and in the mass of funny faces and myspace shots there’s always just one where you look so utterly miserable and you can’t think why? It’s disconcerting isn’t it?
“Umbrellas are intrinsically transient things.”
– Some girl, in some bar, somewhere I can’t quite recall.
I keep foregetting what year it is, just wow, I have signed so many documents as 2009 and wrote so many cards… egh.
It's one of those mornings
I need to cut my hair, dye it, and go fuck someone. Then drop everything and take acting courses in London, in skirts too obscene and makeup so garish that even the punks will leave me alone.
“I’m attracted to myself, I really can’t help it. I’m telling you the truth. I’m...”
– Patti Smith (via alltomorowsparties)
Punk
Let’s be very clear here, the only reason Punk became what it did was because all the pretty boys converted first.
Serendipidy →
This is the Art Gallery beside the school I attend. I sometimes go there on my break. Two weeks ago I went in and the was a photo of me walking home from school when I was 17. If you look at his photos, I’m the girl in the red dress with green hair.