Current obsessions:

- Just Kids by Patti Smith

- Patti Smith in general

- Every song off of Coexist

- Blue (harmonica mum gave me as a belated birthday gift)

- Healthy eating

- Kissing my boyfriend

- Vintage New York rumbos

- My new-old 1938 Remette type-writer 

- The romanticism of Cigarettes

- Everything Jack Kerouac

- Blood-red nail polish

- Never sleeping before twelve

- Surrealist cinema

- Gothicism

- French muses ( Francoise Hardy & Anna Karina in particular)

- le RTVF class I'm taking this semester

- Disposable film 

- Degrassi (once again)

- Black coffee
- Mod platform shoes

- Fantasizing about an ambiguous future

I want to write poetry for the rest of my life.

I want a night of intense dosage.

I want conversations over wine with some unfathomable Florence stranger.

I want the reign of Christ to hold me captive from my own.

I want happiness to eat me up alive.

I want love to drown me in a sea of lies.

I want to be a girl without a face.

I want every one of my siblings to forget my name.

I want the moon to let me down for a night, just a night.

I want all that I can't have. I want it all.

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.

MY BODY TELLS ME "NO"

BUT I WONT QUIT

CAUSE I WANT MORE.

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. 

“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. 

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. 

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.