GLASS

Gaudy jewelry, bad clothes, garish make up,and pointless opinions.

5.26.2010

Party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit


Vomiting out your feelings is way better than eating them.
Eating, sleeping- Overrated.
All I need is sweet tea and pretty things.


you shall above all things be glad and young
   you shall above all things be glad and young   
 For if you're young,whatever life you wear     
 it will become you;and if you are glad    
whatever's living will yourself become.    
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:   
 i can entirely her only love     
 whose any mystery makes every man's   
 flesh put space on;and his mind take off time    
  that you should ever think,may god forbid  
  and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:   
 for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave   
 called progress,and negation's dead undoom.    
  I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing   
 than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance



\\\EDIT///

I am going to make my room look like a magic cave. 
I like saying "suck my dick".
I'm not "IN" anything.
I cannot wait to get back from england and dye my hair. 
I am sick of how I look, I am sick of how people percieve me. 

My birthday is next week. 

How am I almost 19 and everything is still exactly the same?
Despite all my rage....
Funny, though.
I wonder if someone is watching over me,
 watching me live this life,
whoever they are....
I hope they're enjoying themselves. 
Posted by Your imaginary friend at 17:33

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