21 year old Art Student. Mostly waiting for life to start.
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Eclipse.

Eclipse.

It brings me joy to be capable of loving. I lived most of my life afraid that it was impossible.

:) bad habit I suppose. I can’t even see with them on in there.

Eventually they slip off my face and hit the floor and that’s when I leave em off.

:) bad habit I suppose. I can’t even see with them on in there.

Eventually they slip off my face and hit the floor and that’s when I leave em off.

Lurking

Why?
Why not?
I’m an insecure wreck so it’s only fitting.

It took me days to actually examine the pages and pages of I-love-you-I-hate-you’s
The can’t-live-with-you-cant-live-without-you’s

Very passionate and charming teen girl dribble.

The thing about powerful emotions is that they rarely ever go away. They just get rechanneled. Displaced.

Not that it matters at all now. I’ll cut any throat that threatens with proximity.

But it’s of interest to me because in my head you make more sense together than we do.
Yeah I know, the pain and drama and fear and power struggle and relentlessness and the emotional outbursts and the hurt and the shitty attitudes
Somehow it makes more sense
And a better love story.

Me and you are more like complimentary puzzle pieces.
You and her were fun house mirrors reflecting endlessly into each other.

I went through her entire blog and kept whatever made me feel shitty

I went through her entire blog and kept whatever made me feel shitty

I was uncomfortable last night and it was fun

I was uncomfortable last night and it was fun

(Let’s play) Helter Skelter

(Let’s play) Helter Skelter

Even before we were born yesterday’s had it’s grasp on us

Life is so eternal we’re so stuck
The beautifully awful cycle of yesterday
Yesteryear
Whatever
We can’t fucking escape yesterday
It all just snowballs into now
There aren’t any second chances
The fucking cycle
The grind it traps
And there aren’t any second chances

Wrong side of the bed

Wrong side of the bed

I know what you’re thinkin’ about
I know what you’re thinkin’ about
I know what you’re thinkin’ about at work
I know what you’re thinkin’ about in school
I know what you’re thinkin’ about all the time

And I may be greasin’ the wheels in a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines

I work so hard tryin’ to make a few bucks
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rollin’ off the tip of my nose
There’s only one thing, keeps me on my feet

I may be greasin’ the wheels in a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound

Is it just wild sex in the working class?
After five it’s a gas
Wild sex in the working class?
Countin’ minutes gonna get home fast
Gonna get home fast

Thinkin’ of your warm skin while I touch cold steel
The days go by to the poundin’ beat
My back is achin’ so bad, ‘cause I’m grinnin’ inside
Thinkin’ of you, thinkin’ of you keeps me on my feet

And I may be greasin’ the wheels in a noisy factory
And I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound

Is it just wild sex in the working class?
After five it’s a gas
Is it just wild sex in the working class?
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

I work so hard I’m thinkin’ of you
I work so hard, thinkin’ of you
I work so hard

Wild sex in the working class
After five it’s a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Countin’ minutes gonna get home fast

Wild sex in the working class
Wild sex, wild sex

mausvulf:

"Don’t fucking touch me"this makes me uneasy. Very possessive thinking late last night.

FASHIONED DOLL
I touched you with my fingers
I caressed your colors
I romanticized you into existence
You are mine
You are for me

mausvulf:

"Don’t fucking touch me"
this makes me uneasy. Very possessive thinking late last night.

FASHIONED DOLL

I touched you with my fingers

I caressed your colors

I romanticized you into existence

You are mine

You are for me

debut on xhamster. i forget im cute.

we were pretty sexy…i think i enjoyed the attention too much though. stole the show. played the part too well? because billy seemed disinterested (or maybe mildly jealous). so i guess this was the first and last time.

i mean, yeah, i saw him lean over and turn the sound on, so of course i had to moan loudly. but i do that anyway. he should know i can’t help it with him. he knows how rough he is with me.

a day full of sickness and tension and fighting and recklessness with deep undertones of love and amusement. 
now homework.

when im already so tired.