So welcome to my new and updated bio- thingy.
Feministic, helpless romantic, vampiric, pale, short, red going blonde cause i got tired of dying my hair, theatre obsessed, blue eyed, smoker, drinking, tattooed, psycotic bitch, writer in training who even though she says she doesnt give a damn does infact care what you think.
and if that is not honest than may i be tar and feathered for my sin.
this is the favorite quote section:
There is a differance between being in love, loving someone, and lust.
Lust- imediate sexual attraction to another person.
In Love- deep soulful connection with sex as a plus
Loving Someone- attachment to a person or thing.
how is it possible that i love a black man that i barely know, am infatuated with another half mexican boy who is a womanizing prick, and am intrigued by a puerto rican genius who doesnt talk to me that much but still i feel for, with.
But love isnt enough. All the fairytales, the romance novels, the soap operas, theyre all lies. Love does not conquer all.
Can you hear her crying? She begs to be touched, just held by someone, anyone. Tell her shes okay, tell her its all right, lie and tell her that nothing will hurt her as long as you are around. But dont let her cry, dont let her, me, alone. She, I, cant be there for everyone anymore. Just because she doesnt show the hurt doesnt mean its not there. So take her, me, away and hold her until the tears are gone.
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