I finally know what living feels like.
I'm just another white girl with damaged hair.
I have learned that words pay no debts.
I absolutely love tomatos & pugs.
I'm young and contradicting.
My friends will be the death of me.
I'm learning to live a solitary life instead of tolerating others.
The past is only the future with the lights on.
I'm deeply curious about the way people tick.
Fuck Edward, Go Lestat.
Our fathers were our models for God.
I don't know what I believe in anymore.
Rawr.
I believe he said it best.....
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”