September 2010
Back to School...dammit.
Even though I fully HATE the idea of going back to school because I fully believe it just postpones my moving forward in life (but the only way to stick it to student loan payments, Thank you FIDM) I hate to admit I’m pretty siked about my photography class. I really clicked with the teacher, and well, not only did she say my name right, but she followed it up with “You’re...
August 2010
Why can't I shake this mess thats always running...
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“I’ve been Googling “Australian fashion schools” & have...”
a thousand times a day...
You need not to climb mountaintops, You need not to cross the sea, You need not to find a cure for everything that makes you weak. You need not to reach for the stars when life becomes so dark, And when the wind does blow against the grain, You must follow your heart, You must follow your heart. When all your friends have come and gone, And the sun no longer shines, And the happiness for which...
“…because I only want a connection;
someone who shares my lack of...”
i'm planning on running away, since there isn't...
"I can't breathe with these words in my mouth"
“just because she comes off strong
doesn’t mean she doesn’t fall asleep crying...”
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Some kind of girl...
Wildfox Couture Fall 2010 “It’s Witchcraft”
This is one of those occasions when “love” just doesn’t seem like a strong enough word…
you're far to young to be this empty girl...
“There were things I wanted to tell you, but I knew they would hurt you. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”
Hammers&Strings. →
…so cute. & I couldn’t help but think of Jack’s Mannequin.
thoughts about thoughts.
I’ve been thinking too much lately about things I don’t want to be thinking about.
Theres no rhyme or reason to my thoughts…and no matter how loud I play the music I can’t escape them. Every song will just remind me of something, of things I almost forgot, and things I wish I could.
I have no idea where I’m going & I’ve never been so unsure in my entire...
Sometimes I feel like I’m a piece of glitter that gets caught on you, or tossed all over the place. I tag along on your shoes, or get stuck to your skin; impossible to get off compeletly. All the little parts of me spread all over; little pieces that don’t belong solely to me anymore. & just when you think I’m gone, I pop up in some unexpected place.
Sometimes I feel like...
