heel toe heel toe

bite me

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

Scarborough Beach

sic transit gloria

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Kira's story

Once upon a time there was three hot bitches on a couch in a courtyard. They were pickled off their heads. Mother-fucking monsters. They had a dog called ToTo, and a dragon called sweet-puff. The evil bitch from next door ran out onto the balcony with her tits out screaming come get them my pretties. The three hot bitches sat on the couch in disgust and started yelling at the naked evil witch. Then bear grills appeared in the courtyard and started sword fighting the evil bitch her with his sword. The evil witch pulled out her own special sword and screamed at bear grills 'up the bum no babiess'. Then bear grills accidentally slipped on the sword which pierced straight through his shit eating head. The dragon sweet-puff realised he needed to distract the evil bitch from her rage so he called her on Skype for some one on one special chats. He soon began to regret this decision when she announced to him that she has no bum and has saggy boobs. Sweet-puff was a dragon who enjoyed a round booty so the conversation about the evil witch having no bum was really starting to make him loose his erection which he had gotten as soon as the initial fight had started. In a frenzy of pure sexual frustration the dragon went next door into the evil bitches lair and set her one fire with his fire breath. The End.

glorious

crystals.

my eyes are bigger than my lungs.

the 'war' is 'over'

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this modern love

breaks me.

something is not right

why so happy.

how can this be.

I'm not a sadslop afterall.

today I have sworn alot

fuck fucking fuck

senses of place

we find our identity through our sense of belonging. we find our sense of belonging through our memories and our senses of place......
do we really. come on now.

yeah actually we do. I will not write you essay. Purely because I have much better things to do. Like staring out the window. I will think about you. But I will not write about you. Behind these hazel eyes. Why is Kelly Clarkson on my mind all of a sudden. Where did those lyrics come from.
Who goes jogging in a 'unit' shirt and boardies along beaufort street.
Yes watching these people and ranting about it on here is proving to be much more interesting. Im even typing whilst looking out the window. Pure fucking skill. I should just tell my tutor that I can do that and she will pass me. On pure jealousy that I am so talented.

music playing

tapping my feet along to this music. may find out who it is.

me, myself and I

Heartless.

In need of freedom.
In control of freedom.
Sinking in freedom.
Sweating my freedom.

Fucking embracing freedom

I will play this game beneath the stars.

inability

the inability for some people to just free their mind and absorb the positive aura's around them makes my skin crawl.

constantly reminded.

Im good. They aren't.

Chill out. It's not that bad. Your life is what you make of it so stop feeling sorry for yourself.

You know. 

You do.

pretty wreck

Well you don't need me but thats ok, because I don't want you coming around.

gorgeous

                                      I need more drinks and less lights,

And that American Apparal girl in just tights.

She told the director she tryna get in a school,

He said "take them glasses off and get in the pool".

back where I really shouldn't be

You had to make it last, you just did what you had to do.

head the in right not

sitting in a hut chatting

it's only red because you're touching it. I'm going to bed after this, i'm pretty tired.

bloody freezing

Cold from my head to my toes. brr.

Afternoon Delight

Good Afternoon, I'm legendary anchorman Ron Burgundy; sitting here in my aquajet 9000 enjoying, well, my usual meal of steak, waffles, french fries and of course scotch. Now if you don't think this song is the greatest song ever, I will fight you. That's no lie.