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thats how important this is - im actually updating with THIS journal.
i need YOU! i am working on this B E A U T I F U L & SECRET project, but i need some help. pleasepleaseplease. every beautiful quote, favourite prosepoetrylyric, photo, art, ANYTHING, something you made -- ANYTHING BEAUTIFUL AMAZING OR SPECIAL - I WANT TO KNOW IT. heres the catch. do NOT COMMENT WITH IT. you HAVE to email it to me - thats just how ( Read more... ) -
irrelevant to you in every sense of the word.
reactivated status for the sole purpose of preserving memories. nothing more, nothing less; live & let die. -
the crew & more.
its going to be like fucking west side story shit. hold onto yr chichi's.fucking sellout cowards. i dont like FAKES.
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i am falling sideways.
there is nothing like sleeping pills.
i am on a hill & you all have jagged faces that slide under me. & when i move my neck, the whole world screams. screams in blurrs & colours & electric lines & dust particles moving like darts to get me in the eyes. i have no balance.
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if our lips didnt fit so PERFECTLY together--
i remember when my dad used to say in a sing-song voice "dont step on a crack, or you'll break your mama's back!". & my mind would race in terror. did he not put the fact together that mom had had four back surgeries? from then on i would hyperventilate if i accidentily stepped on a crack in the ground that my little legs couldnt stretch far enough ( Read more... ) -
because it is worth repeating.
it's like we just met. when i pinned my bangs back for the very first time that year. & the homely girl warning me from her backseatrightwindow telling me you were nothing but trouble. says who. i've never known anyone to be so genuinely good. no poisons, no labels, no lies. red striped shirt, redeyeshadowcirclesaroundmyeyes. green below me & ( Read more... ) -
with my short skirts & your tall socks
mark down the times i've thrown my hands in the air & shouted about how through i was & star my chart for all the times i've turned around & walked right up again. no hanging heads, no heavy necks, just anxious arms. i can't help but wonder if all these secrets show up on my face with pointing arrows, because it's hard for me to see past you.
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