afrikanessence-deactivated20120 asked: Your page is wicked.
Do you share my madness? Have you drank also of the intoxicating draught?– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
There ain’t a reason you and me should be alone Tonight, yeah baby But I...– Gaga. <3
We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve, He can’t rewrite the agro...
Hey babe, your hair’s alright Hey babe, let’s go out tonight You...
In one corner, the mathematicians and physicians straighten their thinly-rimmed glasses on their noses Then, clicking a pen of standard blue or black ink, look upon their competition, Mapping out strategies in perfect logical sequences. Their expressions may beat out the infamous poker face. A brilliant display of knowledge radiates from the stacks of papers in their hands on crisp, white...
Piercings are addictive.
I’m way too fascinated by tattoos and piercings. It’d be great to be a tattoo artist, actually… Anyway, I just got my cartilage pierced. I’m really adjusting well to needles where I don’t feel the pain, like with shots/my most recent piercing, so I think my pain tolerance is pretty solid. Maybe a tattoo eventually?
Me, watching some lady being interviewed on the news about the temperature...– What Psychology class has done to me.
When I gave up looking and gave up thinking, there it is. Always, life, always.
You see, I would say that I’d love to travel the world, but then the wonder and the mysteries of it would go away and what’s the fun in all that knowledge? I’d rather keep some things a mystery.
I want to paint/draw something abstract. Maybe even do a huge mixed media piece.– Goal #1.
In the aftermath of this destructive path.
Fighting my head is like tackling an avalanche and expecting it to yield with a poke of your pinkie. My thoughts do not just stop when I flip a mental switch. Like an avalanche, my thoughts are jumbled up in a huge, turning mess of last week’s cranberry juice and the sickening feeling of pre-moving stress…among other things. I’m desperate for a creative writing class or even...
When someone says "So tell me about yourself"
You’re like: What do I say? “Oh my God, Who am I?”
Party like it's 1999!
theresaannet: letsbegenuine: yourwhoremoans: If you played with Barbies.. Polly Pockets.. Beanie Babies.. Tamagotchi.. Slip N’ Slide.. And Furbies.. Listened to the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, NSync and the Spice Girls.. On Hit Clips, a Boom Box, or a Walkman.. Collected and traded Pokemon cards.. Wrote with Gel Pens.. Wore butterfly clips.. And...