hot.fresh.fever.gnashing.teeth.urges.hope.frantic.panic.love.love.love.this.feeling.so.fucking.alive.and.theres.nothing.to.tear.you.down.no.boys.no.lies.just.an.electric.fever.and.love,love,love

I heard about your trip. I heard about your souvenirs. I heard about the cool breeze and the cool nights and the cool guys that you spent them with. Well I guess I should have heard of that from you. I guess I should have heard of that from you. So don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over? And all the Best Deceptions and the Clever ( Read more... )

turn it, beatin no beat the walls are always speakin, no want no want no want no speakin at all...
I don't have much to say but I have a story to tell. Thisi s something very strange, so feel free to skip it.
Today I went to my IOP ((intense outpatient)) social worker. For those ( Read more... )

Thank you anonymous commenter. You must be mistaken, however, because I am not beautiful. You must think this is someone else's life because it is not mine. Thank you though, you seem to be a more beautiful and eloquent person than I could ever be. And I don't say that in a berrating, self-pitying way, because in all honesty I don't care about ( Read more... )

Bella is sitting on my chest giving me rat kisses. Lycia's taking Bart over here and I'm either gonna go pick her up, meet her somewhere, or wait for her here. We're supposed to go pick up some shit from Andrew but he hasn't been returning our calls. I hope it all goes well, because it's really been making me sad. Hopefully it works out, and we get ( Read more... )

no sleep for me! oh well, I'll sleep when I'm dead. :)
I love you Hani. Your comments are so awesome.
I want to go to Disco bay... get tan and eat alot and swim and have fun fun fun. I love you Scarlett... here's a lil message just for you. "dontch a wish your girlfriend was hot like me..." hahahah

Still humping the American dream,
Pixie-Love

Night before easter ( Read more... )

Virginia Woolf was this extremely prolific writer, one of the early feminists in an inter-war period. She suffered so many bouts of mental illness that one day during the second world war, she filled her pockets with stones and walked into a river ( Read more... )

So maybe I'm happier now, away from Clayton and school drama for a while. For the next very many days, it will be me and Alycia floating over diamond waves, breeze and heat, buzzing and electric and blooming and alive, with and without drugs and love and everything. I need this peace, this piece of mind. I need to believe that the world is not ( Read more... )

To a Jilted Lover

Cold on my narrow cot I lie
and in sorrow look
through my window-square of black:

figured in the midnight sky,
a mosaic of stars
diagrams the falling years,

while from the moon, my lover's eye
chills me to death
with radiance of his frozen faith.

Once I wounded him with so
small a thorn
I never thought his flesh would burn
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