Smile if you can.
This is your zygomatic major muscle. Each contraction pulls your flesh apart the way tiebacks hold open the drapes in your bedroom window. The way cables pull aside a theatre curtain, your every smile is an opening night. A premier. You unveiling yourself. Dont pretend you don't know what this is about. This is your face. This is what you think you know best. and luckily for us, this is all we will ever know of eachother; all we will ever care to know. Beauty is a universal thing, we all have it. it runs through our viens, pours beneath our fingertips. we hold on to one another- we can feel it. this is all you've ever wanted, this is reality.
i want my face to be what you see when you're paralyzed with fear and the ceiling comes crashing down. I'm danni. and that has never been enough.
i cant figure out what i want
who to be.
danni?
one second i can be on top of the world
the next i come crashing down.. harrrd.
i'm a heavy smoker.
i like to get drunk and pretend not to care.
but i do.
i've been abused by people close to me.
my whole life.
i'm used to it.
you hear all of my rumors?
go ahead, think they're true..but do people really have anything better to do then to make up false stories about me..?
and if you believe them before actually asking me..
get a fucking life, and dont consider yourself my friend.
you hate me,
she hates me,
he hates me,
they hate me.
why? cuz i've probably been the selfish me i love to be
