girl's got a face like murder

i change my picture, headline and profile song compulsively. deal with it.

i love talking about my tattoos. i especially love it when random strangers stop me in public and say, "lemme see yer chest". so if you see me on the streets, please do that. and don't forget to ask me if they hurt.
i smoke. i drink. i swear. i carry around a lot of baggage, but i'm a fucking riot. i have a pretty big rock star complex. because of this, i'm a pretty big asshole. i have a dangerously low tolerance for bullshit and i throw things when i'm drunk but i'm the friendliest person in the world. i have an intense love for the people in my life, even though some of the people i hold closest to me are nowhere near me, physically. i've met so many amazing, beautiful people and taken a little piece of each of them with me. i am the collective works of everyone i've ever known. my friends are the fucking bomb.

it's being the kind of girl that can make your heart run but never bleed.
i am:
1/4 punk rock girl
1/4 emo kid
1/4 glamour puss
1/4 raging lunatic
former ballerina, former mosher, former party girl.
draw your own conclusions.
(xlivejournal = adagio_breezes_) (xaim = andshesgonexx) (facebook = danielle g)

i am also: homesick. little. loud (but i don't mean to be). opinionated. cute as hell. smart. a total die hard romantic. a daydreamer. rough around the edges. laid back. a picky eater. obsessive compulsive. easygoing. idealistic. musical. curious. cuddly. a little dizzy. crass. hopelessly hopeful. bored. crazy. impatient. in love with words. chubby. melodramatic. fun(ny). polite. soft. affectionate. one sly boots. caffeinated. energetic. an impulse shopper. an impulse traveler. totally lazy. bilingual. usually stressed out. a little naive. thoughtful. addicted. into some openminded shit. bitchy. warm on cold days. shy around new people. detached. sincere. a big fucking geek and it only gets worse when someone points a camera at me. brutally honest. off the deep end. completely sleep deprived.

♥.the only thing you really need to understand is that i've just always been this way.♥



♥ i left my heart on the beach ♥

i make no apologies anymore.



i spent the first nine years of my life with a beach for a backyard. i fell asleep every night to the sound of the ocean and woke up every morning with the smell of sea salt in my nose. some of my first memories include building red sand castles and ferry rides across the ocean. i've lived from coast to coast, sometimes simultaneously. i know what the mountains look like at sunrise. i've driven the transcanada for 78 hours straight. i've seen city skylines from rooftops, but the small town girl in me will never die, no matter how city girl i may have become since.

416 bitches.

♥(i stare in amazement// i can't believe this is where i live)♥


my parents taught me to dream big. so i do.
i have dreams of law school and courtrooms and power suits. i have dreams of sewing machines and paris fashion week and dealing with my models being on coke. i have dreams of seeing the world with a camera and a tape recorder and getting paid to write about it later. i have dreams of teaching english in foreign, exotic countries. i have dreams of spotlights and sound checks and screaming fans. i have dreams of paris and dublin and iceland and amsterdam and australia and brazil.
christmas in a different country every year.
i want perpetual jetlag.
i want to see the sun set in every time zone.
i want it all.
i want to die exhausted.

i believed in
cinderella

♥but don't be fooled. i'm not that nice. i don't care about your boy drama/gossip/pimple on prom night. i've mastered the art of looking like i'm listening and i have the best stewardess smile in the country. i probably don't even like you that much. if i do, however, you will know it and i will love you so hard it hurts.♥

i have real issues with girls who claim to hate girls. you don't hate girls. you're just jealous. or inadequate. or insecure. or you're hanging out with the wrong girls. either way, get used to life.

say no to bitches crew [ctc]

♥ i choose my company by the beating of their hearts, not the swelling of their heads ♥
i don't wanna meet your fancy friends. i knew them all when i was fancy too.
likes:my saucebucket friends. queen street. toronto, in general. (loud) drums. acoustic guitars. red lipstick. rock and roll shows. the passenger seat. fashion. fashion. fashion. music i can sing along to. candles. things (and people) that smell good. books. postsecret. espresso. interior design. astronomy. karaoke. cold beer. pretty things. dresses. roller disco. subways. american cigarettes. strong coffee. assholes. tattoos. my amazing family. whiskey. black and white photography. playing dress up. 80's television. making out. art. real letters. mix cd's. flowers. fresh snow. green grass. scarves&mittens. tacky jewelery. memorial parks. long distance phone calls. text messaging. the mountains. the east coast. being ridiculous. eskimo kisses. dark clubs. road trips. being the meanest girl. sappy prose. high heels. my camera. dance parties. the arrivals gate. skateboards. snow. red wine in the bathtub. human beings. rain storms. any song ever written and played on piano. fashionistas. history. pirates. playing in mud puddles. driving with the windows down. big sunglasses. teased hair. summertime.

dislikes:liars. distance. last call. subzero temperatures. flat hair. the suburbs. decaf. people who try too hard.

guilty of:smoking too much. eating too little. swearing too often. running on empty. being over caffeinated. being nostalgic. talking shit. falling too hard. falling too fast. wearing trashy skirts. not stopping to smell the roses often enough. excessive napping. laughing at the worst possible moment. owning too many shoes.

most of the time, i have myself convinced that i exist in a movie, and most of the time, that's exactly the way i like it.