All I see are people with no tact, no class, no sense of purpose. Give me something to work with.
I don't know who my parents are, so I don't go for older men. I like seeing bruises, cuts, stitches, it reminds me how fragile the human body really is.
My favourite poet of all time is Robert Frost, all his poems are love affairs. He reminds me that when I die, I will only have had a lover's quarrell with the world.
Hauntingly beautiful things.
I don't agree, nor co operate with the destruction of defenceless people.
I believe that beauty is everywhere, you only need to stop looking so hard to see it.
The people who have the lowest self esteem don't point out their faults every two seconds. That would be the attention seekers. But then again, it's not always a bad thing to want to be noticed.
The radio plays superficial crap of which I don't listen to. If it plays my music then that is a coincidence only.
I'm having an affair with all types of art.
My friend hates three letter words; I want you, I love you etc. I disagree, I think those words are the most desperate ones in the world, and when said in honestly, mean the most coming from the right person.
Blood is the most sensual substance in the entire world.
Cabaret used to be more seductive than webcam.
Modern technology is both wonderful and disgusting. No one goes out and sees the world for itself, they sit on the computer looking at photos. I am guilty of doing so.
Before I get old, I want to have felt everything, seen everything, touched everything, heard, smelt, tasted. From the most excrutiating pain to loving till crying is the only way to free your emotion. Life needs to be lived that way.
I'm different, but in the end, that's what's going to get me out of this dead-end town.
...oh, and I talk too much:)
A paradox. After turning the machine on, its only function is to turn itself off.
(Source: liquidatomicgonads)
I wrote a Dr Seuss and Charlavail inspired poem, um…
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With unicorn hair lived a girl in the woods
She’d paint and create and cook magic baked goods
The deer and mice, the rabbits and foxes
Found delight in her cakes and confectionery boxes
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Yet beyond the woods she knew there…
All I see are people with no tact, no class, no sense of purpose. Give me something to work with.