The Reverend's Wife

yes, my husband is indeed a reverend.
we don't just embrace insanity here. we feel it up, french kiss it and then buy it a drink. my name is anne. my friends call me annabelle or belle mostly. i am married and have three beautiful little boys. i'm allergic to bananas but i eat them anyway; i don't eat the brown spots. i am extremely afraid of heights. i am excellent at spelling. i hate math. i am an addict. i have the disease of 'more!'. i drink way too much caffeine (it is however, pretty much the only vice i have left and i am in no hurry to quit it). i have an affinity for bats and butterflies; i have wing envy. my favorite place to be is at the beach watching the ocean move. i'll take sun over rain any day but i don't like it on my skin. i don't venture out much before the afternoon unless i'm under a sunbrella. my favorite color is pink. my favorite treat is bubble tea. i believe sarcasm is an art form and should be practiced regularly. i dont OBSESS, i think INTENSELY. i NEED music; i love so many different kinds ( go listen to my playlist!). i sing CONSTANTLY ( i didn't say "good", just constantly...). i love surprises.
i ♥ randomness.
girl anachronism
you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me
and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose
i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism
and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her
and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off
and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the
medication makes her...
i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident

I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
The Dresden Dolls
"Concerning the gods,
I have no means of knowing
whether they exist or not
or of what sort they may be.
Many things prevent knowledge
including the obscurity of the subject
and the brevity of human life."
-Protagoras