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*A couple photos I took in Italy, Spain, and France*

( venice, barcelona, tuscany, etc )

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I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always and still
Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy
How crazy I am
You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know
And I pray that you will
Fast as you can, baby runfree yourself of me
Fast as you can- fiona apple ( Read more... )

look at you, Mr. A, smoking your cigarette ( Read more... )

My Poetry

( lightning )

It's been a while since I've posted poetry:

( who we really are )

( fitting fate's hand )

The nicotine high hit my brain the instant the smoke was inhaled. I breathed it in deeply and exhaled it back into the air. I relished the feeling of dizziness that came over me as I sat down a on a bench and took another drag. It was the feeling of release that gave me pleasure as I blew out again the frustrations of the day. The world rocked ( Read more... )

with bible verses on my back
and blasphemy in my throat
i take on the world
in the way that only a
slightly reckless
slightly self-destructive
girl can
and i think to myself
have i ever been more free
then i am here
right now
with my cigarette lit
watching the clock tick
tick tick
on into another day?