K. Angelica ♫ [Damaged Ballerina.]*

I'm from Manhattan (ya, NYC bitches!!!!)
I'm selfish.
I treasure the few REAL friends i have.
I drink way too much... I don't smoke.
I get ugly fast.
I stay up way too late.
"You taste like strawberries"... I do...
I don't let anyone touch me.
You like it fast... I like it hard.
ALL YE HUMAN MEN BEWARE, FOR THIS GILDED HARPY SHALL TEAR YOU TO SHREDS AND YOU'LL NOT MISS LOVING A MOMENT OF IT... I WARNED YOU... SHE'LL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL... SHE ALMOST GOT MINE... BUT SIDHE ARE IMMUNE TO THAT TYPE O' GUFF... (BUT I'LL ADMIT, SHE FUCKED ME HEAD UP GOOD AN' PROPER, SHE DID)... AN' I LOVED IT... ENJOY YOUR SOULS WHILST THEY LAST, HUMAN BOYS... YOUR TESTES ARE BERRIES FOR HER FRUIT BOWL, AND YOUR RIB CAGES SHE FASHIONS INTO STILETTOS, TO STEP UP ONTO THE NEXT VICTIM... ONE BY ONE BY ONE... AND YOU'LL FUCKIN' LOVE IT... DEATH HAS NEVER BEEN MORE DELICIOUS...-Dominic
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It started off with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss...
Don't place faith in human beings.
Human beings are unreliable things.
Love is a check that can be forged.
Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
If i can't be beautiful i want to be invisible.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
Sometimes you do something, and you get screwed. Sometimes it's the things you don't do, and you get screwed.
That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.
The lower you fall the higher you fly.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate, without them what would shape our lives?
It's funny how you never think about the women/men you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget...

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