Fake hair. Vodka. Chanel No. 5. Sword fighting with Master Aset . Fashion (but not actually wearing it). Not cooking. Being pretty. Laughing a lot. Sarcasm & ridiculousness. Plotting. Thievery. Pretty fire and those who play with it. Jameson with a twist of lemon. Jack Skellington. Canes. Having fun. Boys who do their makeup better than I do. Admiring myself in the mirror. Converse (ask me about my Chucks fetish). Big black boots. Sunset. Poking dead things with a stick.
Talented, driven, dark artists with a sense of humor and an appreciation of vodka and good olives.
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I want to fly into your sun
Need faith to make me numb
Live like a teenage christ
I'm a saint, got a date with suicide
Oh Mary, Mary
To be this young is oh so scary
Mary, Mary
To be this young I’m oh so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
Spin my way out of hell,
There’s nothing left this soul to sell
Live fast and die young too
How many times to do this for you?
How many times to do this for you?
Sell my soul for anything, anything but you
Sell my soul for anything, anything but you
Not so much, thanks.
I would need a lot more space to answer this accurately. Suffice it to say I read. A lot.