but i wasn't. because there you were and it didn't fall apart. she did, he did, twice. three, seventeen, eighteen. you didn't. i didn't. i love you

i hate the word cool. it's not cool. i really fucking hate it and probably, a little bit of you too|two.

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you are all assholes

windows open, more commonly used to destroy cigarette smell, but once upon a time, it's purpose was to tell stories. and we did, on a matress, letting sun settle in our skin. feet hanging out began a relationship with the word "fuck" used to such an extent. nothing compared to the left hand lane, yellow corvette, initiation, but i still smiled ( Read more... )

journal for pictures
www.livejournal.com/users/_bitch_face

( so here goes. )

( orange hair? oh no!. )

ballerina with razor blade nails. plie, blood. jete, blood. swan lake was a crow in a pool of blood. red ballet shoes are pretty. jumps? and a slashed boy in a leotard!. hahahaha. i associate ballet with red lipstick

( jo+me. )