Worn fingers
tracing my jagged bones —
you choreograph my blood flow.
Tears wander and fertilize my garden.
Wilted rose petals
f
a
l
l
away.
Iridescent innocence
coats your curious tongue.
Worn fingers
tracing my jagged bones —
you choreograph my blood flow.
Tears wander and fertilize my garden.
Wilted rose petals
f
a
l
l
away.
Iridescent innocence
coats your curious tongue.
…and I didn’t know how to answer at that moment. It was odd, because I have an image in my head of what my perfect girl would LOOK like, but I knew that’s not what she meant. Nor is it what matters.
As I lay here in bed though, reading the Tao of Pooh for TOK, my cat snuggled into the crook of my legs, I realize what my perfect girl is:
My perfect girl would be someone who doesn’t think reading is boring. A girl who would actually lay in bed next to me, reading with me. It could be reading the same book, and we’d have a competition to see who can get to the end of the chapter first, then talk excitedly about what happened. Or, it could be a different book, no biggy. The perfect girl would stop at the end of her chapter, and ask me how my book is so far. We’d both just be chillin in our sweats and tees, hair messy, glasses on our faces because we wouldn’t be embarrassed to look like nerds. She wouldn’t get bored just laying like this in bed on a rainy Tuesday, simply reading; all silence except for the loud purring of my cat.
Yeah, this what my type of girl is. Now comes the mission to actually find this perfect girl…
So I threw a party last night in my house while my parents were out of town. Shit got super out of hand and I spent most of the night pissed, but the one thing I’m happy about is that I got to chill with some really awesome people, and that RaulFest'11 was a success. I’m glad that everyone had a good time at my expense, especially Raul, even though I didn’t have too much fun. Raul, my buddy my pal, you deserve to be happy, and I love ya dude. Good goddess, last night was crazy. I ended up with 8 huge trash bags full of empty bottles and my kitchen floor was black. What even the heck. Too bad I wasn’t nearly drunk enough to deal with a house full of trashed people. Being a sober bitch sucks. Clubbing is so much better than house parties. The moral of the story is, I’d rather spend my Saturday curled in bed with my cat reading Game of Thrones.
OMG guise my birfday is in 9 days!
Too bad I have nobody to celebrate it with because nobody loves me and all my best friends live in Gainesville and the friends I have here in Miami don’t care enough about me.
Forever Alone.
So my favorite tattoo artist follows me on Instagram (obvs I follow him too) and every once in a while, he likes my posts. I die a little inside every time.
I don’t want to be studying.
I just want to be reading A Clash of Kings.
:’(
carpedime5-deactivated20110626- asked:
Nope. and i was actually just thinking about that in the shower today. lmao. i was just like “hmmm, i’ve never hooked up with an asian girl or a black girl. should add that to my to do list.” haha
Anonymous asked:
well, the first time i ever did anything with a girl was in the 7th grade. she was my GF on and off for like, almost 2 years. she’s obviously the first girl i “did it” with. lmao.
and idk really. actual sex, i think 5. i’ve hooked up with more though.
science fiction was invented by a woman
don’t you ever fucking forget that
in mary shelley we trust
