Ryann'dra Auspaztic.
17 & old :X gloomybear = sexxxx
i lost my way, i lost my way
while skipping down the yellow brick road
i lost my way [puff the magic dragon :O]
electro yourself, baybeh anti-violence; say no to plastic bags!!!
they don't deserve you, anyways ♥♥♥
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
post 260: cuz the taste of ur lips are all the rage
omg kill me i have britney spears stuck in my head. please..?
mmm right.
11:03 AM
Sunday, September 27, 2009
post 259: if i had a choice, i'd censor you out. snippy snip cutty cut. die
DIE, YOU X(
8:40 PM
Thursday, September 24, 2009
post 258: sometimes i feel i've got to, get away
well, babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party sex sex sex and don't forget the violence.
9:21 PM
Saturday, September 19, 2009
post 257: turn the lights off in this place and she shines just like a star
i miss the times we used to hang around HM and pierce each other :)
11:53 PM
Friday, September 18, 2009
post 256: love does no one much. kiss, kill, frozen still. idiot pilot is genius
love does no one much. troubling, like the tide, it brings so much to shore.
but isn't it funny how emotions can never be completely packaged into words
ink is thicker than blood and i'd like to watch you/me bleed from our teeth
and under the stars we'd kiss the taste of blood so prominent on your lips
tongue in cheek you admit that what we all are are nymphos
we're all nymphos, bitch.
5:06 PM
Thursday, September 17, 2009
post 255: your heart, my hands, squishy squishy DIE.
"A Light At The End Of The Tunnel" A light at the end of the tunnel A secret society And regents stay there In there Attack their tunnel Atop the plateau Of broken dreams The devil said I'm dead I need a favor I need you To doctor Some false documents With me You IDIOT PILOT
6:21 PM
Monday, September 14, 2009
post 254: wayfarers & dunhill lights; dont you get cravings too?
i miss the trachea-n scald the warmth, the stench, the sweet aftertaste the high, the carelessness, the closeness, the smoke wafting through the humid air, creating surrealism, in the form of dancing white, translucent figures i miss the sweet melon scent and the laughter that rang through the room and the table top, telephone box top dances the heart to heart talks and burnt pillows. god, kill me. sometimes, i wonder, why i gave everything up for this
7:47 PM
Saturday, September 12, 2009
post 253: it's funny how we stereotype each other into little boxes
your immaturity is appalling and i wish that you could see the way i see you because the respect that i once had for you is now, well, gone
yay! Closer by Ne Yo :)
12:31 AM
Friday, September 11, 2009
post 252: plants get laid more often than i do :(
sometimes, he makes my heart go spazzy when i look at him. which sucks. so fuck the world again, i guess.
1:10 PM
Thursday, September 10, 2009
post 251: i'd rather spend the time talking about cigarettes than to bitch about you.
yay-ness XD
8:47 PM
Friday, September 4, 2009
post 250: die die die
you make me, well, sick.
5:00 PM
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
post 249: the empty blank space at the back of my mind says it hates you too.
fishsticks = magic buttons
sometimes spazzy classmates are an inspiration.
i have my finger on a trigger and at the edge of a knife
where the green grass turns pink
every saturday of the month
and i can hear my conscience screaming
motherfucker die
i hope you fucking die
because you make no sense
and yeah okay bye
i miss bestie AssieFoieGrasCassieannBestieizzleSpazaustic