Sunday, September 4, 2011

S c u m.

I...flipped out. I became a monster.
My anger was a wave, my disregard took me under.
I had no mercy. No feeling.
How predatory. How robotic.
I was as dense as metal, though demure as gunpowder.
Yet, efficient as a blade through his helpless lace.
But in this reality,
as delicate as the blade and lace, am I.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

I just can't stomach the things I regret.

We should be always be alert, tall and logical. but sometimes our blood gets on our hands, and in the way of folding clothes.

Hello, world. I'm achy again. And here she goes. And here she sways.

I am so blind... but all I see is you.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Ever feel like nothing you do is ever enough?

Its just "Okay", or running a little short?
Could improve or needs better structure...

or that word "better" in general....


Monday, January 17, 2011

shut the F3ck up.

Youre too thin.
youre too fat.
Youre too tall.
Youre too short.
Youre too blonde.
Youre too brunette.
Youre too pale.
Youre too tan.
You wear too much makeup.
eeh.. it wouldnt hurt for you to put alittle makeup on.
Why do you dress up?
Why are you always look too casual?

I dont like the red, I like the red
get off my hair,
dont touch my legs
stop grabbing,

Let me be.

Sick of hearing everyone in my ear.

maybe I really should thank god that I'm not a supermodel.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Dear self.

You CAN.

It's not the task you fear,

Defeat. CONQUER.

Anything, and ALL.


You are always,


and failure,
is not

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


What I adore lately:

Little black dresses.
Elegant yet sexy tights/stockings/socks.
Pretty underwear.

All so SIMPLE.
Yet So perfect. Sophisticated. Chic. Posh. Powerful.

[photos not mine]


For how could a girl love fashion if shes also in love with science? Surely her head would explode if she adored both.