For the girls who drink in the toxic and quixotic, hoping to quench their wild Fae eyes.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Back home, where I can abuse myself without care. I never intend on it, but habits tend to slither in my mind before I even realize. It's not helping that I've chosen to read yet another sad, wonderful book. Crank.
I want to splurge on pictures. Getting sick of words, you know?
My lovely morning. Purity with a sweet spoonful of beauty.
I want to feel love just like this But I can't.
Sometimes I think lightheadness will melt my dreams into me Other times I am just scared of it all Is it wrong to think destruction can be beautiful? But love life all the same? Could I ever have both, you think? Alas, This may be all I know.