my physical form
Our parents, our school, the government - they've lost us. Our friends, our lives, ourselves - we are all just wayward wanderers. We hear the screaming sirens and the soft tune of the birds, see blood splattered concrete and the weeds which try to overtake the man-made prison that is the city. We are fed with lies and drained of morals. Our youth is torn in two. By day school and work consume us but by night daddys precious daughters sleep only in his dreams. We are creatures of our own creation, alone in this hellish world to either add to the chaos or simply escape forever into the forests, where this generation will forever be lost and forgotten.
said: you're seriously perfect. youre sooooooo cute, i LOVE your body, and you've got great style ;) i know youre probably not into girls or anything but i just thought you should know how sexy you are.
haha thanks!! oh and you are so wrong - i love my girls;)
this blog is now a part of my past. it does not reflect my hopes and dreams for the future, but only the darkness that has been consuming my life.
i am making a new blog for those who wish to follow.
Anonymous said: i hope you have your family and a good support system when you go to trial. It is always a little tiny bit easier dealing with your fears when you know you are not alone.
Yeah. Thank you. My family doesn’t know, but my boyfriend does, and he’s very helpful
to get this all over with. And they will tear my story and case apart, doubting my motives, giving him the benefit of doubt and god just being in the same room with him is going to be terrifyingly difficult
I don’t want to deal with this
My right boob seems to be getting more noticeably larger than my left
This is making me all kinds of emotions
Sir, I trip I’m thinking
Very similar to how people faces actually morph when ur tripping :p
Vincent van Gogh - Skull with a Burning Cigarette, 1885-86. Oil on canvas