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tia

About Me

I write. I take photographs. I pay attention to details. I tend to over-analyze everything. I believe in myself. I like to think that I am happy. I bleed red. I love a girl. I spend hours in bookstores. I listen to music. I avoid conflict. I lack self-control. I waste a lot of my time. I do not like yelling. I miss the city. I am very impulsive. I look at the big picture. I sleep all day. I am afraid of failure. I consume too much alcohol. I keep secrets. I met Tegan and Sara. Twice. I love chocolate chip pancakes. I like instant gratification. I am perpetually ambivalent. I know what I am. I love water. I prefer vodka over beer. I quit smoking. I wish California was closer. I enjoy thunderstorms. I will be famous for fifteen minutes. I want to be eighteen forever. I love spontaneity.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

You. [Tegan and Sara Quin. Again.]

My Blog

No, she had to find it out for herself.


Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 01:46:00 GMT

It’s just..

.. not that easy to explain how I feel.How it feels to not be able to walk across the grass, or stage, or anywhere.. be with all of my friends and see a look I'll now never see on my mother's face. Sh...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 21:51:00 GMT

Tattoos and Cocaine.

Watch this. I made it.
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 23:10:00 GMT

Defeat.

I'm drinking a bottle,the stiff taste of defeatstings my tongue, my throat.It warms me inside, and I tryso hard to keep out the cold.Yes, I raise my flag, admit myDefeat.I drink in the night, taste of...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 19:34:00 GMT

ADFKDSJFALSDKFJ!!!

I feel fat.I am fat.I am HUGE.Megan has been counting how many times I've talked about myself in reference to my weight today.I'm already on the verge of forty.Fuck.IthinkIhavea"Problem".
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 14:15:00 GMT

Model.

I've wanted to be a modelfor as long as I can remember.I want it more than anything.I will do anything.I will make it happen.
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 18:44:00 GMT

No Place Feels Like Home.

Regrets are worthless,They misconstrue the past in sight and the sound,And as lines recede,No one speaks a word of his lust,A word of dreams that are left to rust,The TV's on and everyone stays calm.R...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 15:47:00 GMT

Deus Ex Machina.

I lay, arms outstretched, crucified on my bedThe afternoon sun filters in through dirty windows, shitty curtainsI hear city noises, hear faint voices conversing on the television in the next roomI hea...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:58:00 GMT

Fuck.

Last nightI prayed so hardThat I would just dieAnd I woke upThis morningAgainst my mostWishful thinking.:-/
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 15:53:00 GMT

Questions.

How did I get here, find here, why am I here, and where is she, where are you?Why do I need you, need it, need them, need everything and yet need nothing at the same time?When will things get better, ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 22:28:00 GMT