February 2011
95 posts
no hell no hand no basket
i’m fucking disappointed by all of us right now.
January 2011
48 posts
#1
i am a queen bee
sometimes i can go on adventures
with just me.
chain smokin, biking and listenin to angry grrls sing about shit that pisses them off.
E’RYTHANGS GOLDEN
E’RYTHANGS SHIT.
bike bike bike until i’m sober bodied and sober minded
excellent choice kelsey. beeeee brave n try not to puke.
sometimes i just want to look like a hooker
jewbabay:
and wear my fishnets and short skits and bras and bell bottoms. i want to be loretta lynn. i want to be dolly parton. i want to be amanda palmer. i want to be daria. i want girl power to prevail.
i’m pissed at your for not following through on this dream bitch.
THIS IS HOW I'M SELFISH
I WANT NEW PEOPLE.
i went to the grocery today and saw a lil patchy boy with combat boots and spiky hair and i had my bright green hair and i was buyin flowerz and he was just loiterin in the deli and we made eye contact and i just about lost my mind and i wanted to go over to him and bum a cigarette and then go out back and hook up and then run around town spray painting shit and giving people...
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whatagem.
pouting.
long weekend. no car. no money. bymyself.
arts n crafts time?!?!?
yup.
positive affirmation.
so i’m making iron-on transfers for patches n a tshirt of famous chiefs n stuff to encourage myself to not hate my lyf and responsibility to the bhs newspaper.
editor-in-chief doesn’t mean hell, right?
gift.
i was just talking to this boy
and he said that he was confused
because he couldn’t tell if i was joking or serious
and i just realized
what a wonderful wonderful thing that is.
i hope that no one can ever ever tell if i am joking or serious.
what is the point?
waves.
achey breaky
when did i get so weaaaaaak
and why do i only ever fluctuate between
rage and remorse nowadays?
i want my logic and loneliness returned to me.
put it all back in my pocket please.
safe n secure n secretive
the best way to be.
