i just wanna cut off all my hair and mail it to you. thats all.

i always said i will be forever young and dumb and full of love
but my youth up and left and i pretty much hate every(one/thing):
so now i am just plain stupid.
then you came along and stayed for a song
i was left me spinning and catching my breath
white flags are waving under my skin and i want to give myself up to you
trying to purge my senses from you
trying to forget you, truly
but you trip me up and throw me heels over head in love
and with a busted lip and bruised knee, i just put my chin up and smile...
Love.
its kinda hard to come by
and its even harder to get away from
"i only want what i cant have"
you are unobtainable
it breaks my (purple) heart to admit it to myself
grit my teeth.
save face.
stockpile up all the hate from forcing myself to move on
and dump it on the ones i love


"te amo carnal"

the pot calling the kettle black

you spin pirouettes on my common sense,
i only wanna work a little number on your buckle.
love these days is a game of guesswork.
not like clockwork. not like chess: cool, calm and collected.
it is
- burning love notes into suburban front lawns
- spinning kicks x floor punches
- the dead poets society
- punching princeton boys in the mouth
- jazz cigarettes on lover's floors
- curb stomps
- crushing on whoever calls you out
- shitty poetry and lyrics made from misery
- fuck you's and fuck you right back's
dirty teens with broken fists, wrists and teeth.
we are all 21st century Monet's. street art masterpieces.
swapping scuff marks for a shiner.
and- fuck- we wouldnt have it any other way.

KINGDOM CAME

we are all just starfishes,
laced with scars upon scars from all the times we ripped each other apart

excerpt from "This Is Mutiny"...

(this is basically just a taster from a book ive been working on...
its kinda just a collection of my writing. enjoy, fuckers)

"oh baby, you dont know how you glow in the dark"
sipped on intimacy from all the young couples putting on a fuck-show
100 kids and i am truly alone
665 thoughts and i am one drink shy of being the devil's best friend
me to the bottle: "i have a diamond hard liver"
wake up and caffienate myself out of it
but i guess i never was really in it much to begin with
just too damn busy having a head rush
swapping saliva at a chance at love
"you are a drug and i want you in my veins"

(i only write like this ever)

the internet is my haven
i am THE most boring and awkward person in real life
im even more awkward than the fact the word "awkward" has two double- u's in it
pretty sure i could even override your insomnia and put you to sleep
(only forever this time)
that is, in the unlikely event we will ever see each other face to face like i dream of
was i made this way?
my parent went out and bought titanium molds i can never break out of
i transcend all social barriers
normal may well be overrated, but i pine for a day of feeling average
rather just feeling down and used
im a puppet on the strings for the gods
their hyena-esque laughter kills me like THEY do
i live for the weekends but not as my friends do
they get high and smashed
i just study and lurk and just exist and i fucking hate it more than you would
(exams over soon, then summer, and although i will always be a winter kind of girl its nice to have time off school to do stuff and fucking
feel alive!)
but i got PLANS for the holidays...

"moet & chandon, darling, will only just do..."

the mrs who hits with her misses

smash a bottle of your best against the worst built hull in the harbour

and the best boy choir is setting you off with their chart breaking, heart breaking hit, "doomeddoomeddoomed"

because everone knows that you really are fucked

and then some

titanic sailing on a ocean of crocodile tears

your icy end is imminent, sweetheart,
you only doggy paddle because secretly you fear death

otherwise you would just give up to make THEM happy

(and i am with them on this one)

this is my stand (show me yr demons)

“what do you dream of?
im telling you, bby, im a work of art
a dime in a dozen or diamond in the rough
we are polar opposites
(but that never seemed to stop us from attracting each other)
And blame it on me, bby, im just a trainwreck
any excuse will do when theres a score to settle
im just yearning for a second chance
you call and I come running
i am breaking my back from bending over backwards for you, but my stitches are coming undone from the one before
i cant keep this façade up forever
i cant play friends
i cant play stupid
i cant play innocent
when every time I see you, I see what im missing...