December 2010
12 posts
“You know lunatics, serial killers, rapists—they’re completely barking mad,...”
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me.”
– S&M, Rihanna
“I really enjoy having sex, and that’s offensive to some people. Women are...”
– Megan Fox
Accio Christmas!
It would dearly seem that insomnia has enveloped me once more. Thoughts and wishes are rampaging about in my head; coursing through my veins; buttering me up for the feast of sleepless musings. I’ve decided that, quite nerdishly brilliantly, my first tattoo will be scrawled across my upper back, behind my left shoulder. It will read “I solemnly swear that I am up to know good.”...
November 2010
9 posts
I sure as hell don’t want to be “that couple.” It’s a fairytale dream, cotton candy kisses and cyber love, but it’s certainly not my cup of tea. I don’t want to be reassured cornered by your infatuation by me with your persistent liking and commenting of my every single thought on Facebook. Yes, you consider me beautiful, but must you repetitively, like a...
Here's the story...
Infatuation burns like red hot fire in your veins. Although completely enclosed in a bubble that was damned near impenetrable, I found myself transitioning from socially awkward fifteen-year-old to socially awkward but maddeningly crushing fifteen-year-old. The object of my affection wasn’t Mr. Popular nor Prince Charming. Lacking in social grace, he wasn’t unfathomably handsome, his...
Je t’aime de tout mon coeur
I apologize from the deepest core of my heart, for my repetitive diva behavior. What I find most difficult to accomplish is proving my love, because for me, the eyes speak more than the mouth. I don’t often say, “I love you,” but trust me, when I caress your face, my fingers stroking the rugged prickles of your growing beard, or as I gaze intently at you, that is me breathing I...
“Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”
– Jimi Hendrix
Emotional Sadomasochism—n.
Amor is a stupendous, yet bizarre sensation, creating psychosis in even the stablest of mindsets. I am a broken, damaged treasure, black with the macabre touch of a scarred heart. I’m always alone in a crowd, because the nature of humankind terrifies me beyond your understanding. Are we meant to be? As if subconsciously, I seem so keen as to conjure a disaster from the beauties of...
