I PUT MY FINGERS INTO MY AHHHHHHHHH
I’m brighter than most
Of the virginal stars.
A silhouette sinks under me
And it feels so very far.
I’ve worn your sympathy
I’m married off to the world.
I’m bleeding of bad thoughts
And toxic ruby pearls.
Withered ‘round the edges
I’m solid flesh and bone.
Petals of a past untold
Present constantly resewn.
Pass along the message
Across a silken wire.
I’d rather be the flame
Than fall into the fire.
I could take a sip of ether
But dreams are all I’d miss.
I’d never sleep ‘till I
Can taste your moonlit kiss.
Am I really fine without
The fairy tale ending?
catchmydrifthecancatchmyjizz said: All I can thing of is yung Suzy glaring at zizek
Funny you say that, Grown Me relentlessly scowled at Zizek once in college
The Soviettes, “#1 is Number Two”
You’ll get left out if you reach the top
You’ll feel let down like you wanted more
You’ll get no love from the ones who should
Love you the most but they’re fading
Mom and I had yet another verbal brawl. I can’t go to the lock-in with Danny and Amy tomorrow. Well. It kind of bothered me anyway that Danny invited me and not his current girlfriend. Am I just a side-piece to him?
I talked to my stepdad about it. Lately I’ve been feeling as if all the respect I have gained in this household has gone to rot. No one really gives a shit about my Quinceañera but my friends and my dad. My mom didn’t have one, so naturally she doesn’t give a flying fuck what I do. My stepdad must see this Quinceñera as something exotic, which is a good thing in my case. He made me feel better by insisting he will get me a tiara and materials for making flan on Wednesday. And my drawing teacher is burning me a copy of the Buena Vista Social Club CD.
My sister is pissing me off again by calling me “Sue” and ordering me to do the dishes. I might’ve been one (and a dumb one at that), but I hate pre-teens. They’re even fouler than old communist men.
I hate a lot of things.
JoJo, “Leave (Get Out)”
It’s too late (now) and I can’t wait for you to be gone
'Cause I know about her (who) and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies
Today, despite my Misfits shirt and chunky combat boots, I felt so perfectly feminine that I’m in Lilith Fair mode. (See Luscious Jackson lyrics above?) Next is Liz Phair, then (if I can find it) some good ol’ Sarah McLachlan from the early 90’s. Then Tori Amos, of course.
Faux-Hitler, AKA my ex-boyfriend Adam, is one obnoxious pup. He keeps trying to fuck with me in the hallway by bumping his shoulder against me, but, I’m just ignoring him now. I’ve also been ignoring Blake, until he cracked a joke in drawing class and I laughed. No more of that.
I still can’t believe I kissed Diego yesterday. But it was just for fun, and I’m okay with that.
Kyle told me that I am always beautiful. We keep talking but now I hardly know what to say.
Today I got the most action I have gotten all year. In order to get two 8th grade lovebirds to make out, the whole back of Bus 824 engaged in some wild Truth or Dare— well, MINUS the Truth part. Nearly every single person playing got some action.
I told everyone, “What happens on the bus STAYS on the bus!” But you know everyone will go home and tell their friends.
This year, will no doubt be the spiciest year 824 has ever seen.
Sleater-Kinney, “Off With Your Head”
Thank you, Rock Against Bush compilation!
"Hey! He didn’t get his tip!" Ariel said, running outside. She came back inside. "The pizza guy said he thought you were were pretty," she said. "Is that why he let you keep the pizza?"
I have been wondering what to do with myself lately. I’m so loud, flamboyant, and pretty useless. I’m horrible at math. And I can’t do bouncy tricks like the Russian olympian girls without paralyzing myself for life.
But I am appealing to delivery boys. And Diego, the beautiful puertorriqueñoon my bus who says he’ll dance salsa with me at my quinceañera in two weeks. :)
I’ve seriously been waiting for this gifset for so long.