Friday, August 31, 2012


Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to:
Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene.

Daughter, Candles.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

MY BODY TELLS ME "NO"
BUT I WONT QUIT
CAUSE I WANT MORE.

Monday, August 6, 2012

It's official, I'm obsessed with Chelsea Wolfe. 
She's going to be performing at The Echo on September 14.
Great way to bring in the two-oh, I'd say so.

They make me melt. 

Friday, August 3, 2012



“They slipped briskly into an intimacy 
from which they never recovered.” 
- F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Take your hands off him
Cause he's the only one 
That I have ever loved. 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

He shed tears in front of me tonight.
"It feels like I'm being stabbed right in the heart every-time I try to tell you."
I don't think an "I love you" will ever mean the same after this. 

And on the seventh day God said, "Let there be thrift-stores."
And every-other seventh day, I thank Him. 

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I'm going on a date tonight 
to try to fall out of love with you.
I know, I know this is a crime. 
But I don't know what else to do.

"As much as I ever could.
Adrian. 21. Denton.
Some people turn sad awfully young.
No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way.
They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and,
as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
I know, for I'm one of them."

Your sadness, it's beautiful.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

The way he feels.

I want to drink the tears you cry.
I want your beautiful emotions to live, 
if even for just a moment, inside of me. 


Wednesday is to blame. 
I hadn't had black hair since some once upon a Freshman year.
I don't know what it is about the color black, really.
But lately, it's all I want on me (vestuario wise, ya nasty.)
(P.S;   Yes, that was very much said in Raven tone.)