Hell is YOU

I'd like to meet:

Someone who is willing to bring me cigarettes and candy whenever I want, no questions asked.
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Someone that will write songs about me, professing my beauty and the joy that I bring to the world. Songs declaring how the writer can't live without me, how a glance in their direction or a brush of my hand against their's mean more to them then all the riches in the world.
So, a good liar, I guess.
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Your mom.

Take Note: Does anyone realize how much energy it takes to be this angry and hateful ALL THE TIME?!? It's no wonder I'm a bitch.

I Remember: "By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was
no colour-no more than
the sand was a colour and
we had worn our bare feet
bare since the twentieth
of June and there were times
we forgot to wind up your
alarm clock and some nights
we took our gin warm and neat
from old jelly glasses while
the sun blew out of sight
like a red picture hat and
one day I tied my hair back
with a red ribbon and you said
that I looked almost like
a puritan lady and what
I remember best is that
the door to your room was
the door to mine."

- Anne Sexton

Music:

Movies:

"Nothing matters very much and few things matter at all."
-Arthur J. Balfour
"I'll take to the woods to live savage and free; I don't need nobody, nobody needs me."
-Two Gallants
"I like my coffee black just like my metal."
-MSI
"When I said 'I'd hit that' I meant with my car."
-Me
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you cant handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
-Marlyn Monroe

Television:

Have another, you fucking lush.

Books:

So This Is Love
"The real love that follows
early delight and ignorance.
A wonderful sad dance that comes after."
-Jack Gilbert
So this is love, a kind of sad dance
and who's leading? I lie in bed
without you, your side not slept in
and I don't care. It's over one more time
just like it's raining once again,
a cat dies, you get another. Call it
the same name, remember the generalities,
not the specifics of such small deaths.
It makes me smile how we said this is different, we've never loved before,
not really loved, you know. So here I am
again, trying to work up some kind of anger,
trying to find a word that fits what I
no longer feel.
The cat we got two days ago lies on your pillow,
purrs like he's been there all his life.
Perhaps he has, it's hard to tell the difference.
The rain feels like yesterday's. Long silences,
the same old tired dance.

Heroes:

I wish my grass was more emo so it would cut its self.
I adopted a cute lil' emo fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!