get to know me bitches. ask me 3 questions. i really don't care if you ask more. but at least 3. then copy this into your journal blah blah blah. you know the drill.
i'm so sorry i haven't been updating lately, things are REALLY hectic right now...expect angry poetry. very angry. i've been bad at commenting lately, i know, but i'll get better, i promise- just bear with me. ( until later... )
words spark around me in flashes of neon pink, green, and orange; an electric shock of infinity that flows through my blood. this feeling crackles in the air like fireworks that explode into a sticky mess of melted plastic stars. because infinity does have some consequences.