'Tired eyes and Candyfloss'
We see things differently in daylight. The idiot reality of broken dreams. The smashed-up glass, the sticky mess. I want to live in fireworks and flashing lights - glimpses of his sparkling eyes.
I am Aesthetic Debris - glitter, lipstick and plastic tiaras; but I'd die for the intensity of electric kisses in the rain.
"If you love her then tell her you love her."
Scrawl your intentions on skin in indelible ink, because I turn doubt to hatred every day.
I want to be the literary equivalent of Tracey Emin mixed with bits Richey Edwards and Carrie Bradshaw.I am a mixture of endearing contradictions you will never understand. I like cats and tend to fall over a lot
