i am sixteen, going on seventeen, i know i'm not naive. i'm short and tiny, i've dyed my hair almost every color of the rainbow, i like driving, ancient proverbs, wind chimes, coca cola slurpees (but i hate coke), 7/11, personalized mirrors, candles, mosaics, fuzzy seat covers, shattered glass. i'd rather read an unhappy love story than a predictable cliche. i've got a boyfriend who doesn't tell me i'm beautiful, he makes me believe that i am. i'm a contradictory hypocrite. kiss my ass. my dream is to someday be the envied, the loved, the hated, the adored. my dream is to become everything i've never been before. i'm redefining myself with every day.
"the role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."
"everything goes away:
the sun, clouds,
even stars become nothing after a while."
071308;
i'n going to try and keep up with consistent updates.
let's try for every friday.
yep.
"Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is
necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention
to an unhealthy state of things."
- Winston Churchill
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