Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Your eyes, a yellow shade of green, tempt me to sit down, but I stand, exasperatedly sucking in my gut. 
They look over me, evaluating me as if I were up for sale, a delicate old sale.
One that is expensive. You're trying to figure out if I'm antique or if I'm collectors, but maybe I'm just sentimental value at which case, I have no value to you.

It never crossed my mind that I am not of sentimental value, I'm not old, not even fragile. I am art. I am a sculpture. Someone molded me with their thoughts, eyes, kisses, and words.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Dear 2011,

Today I am anxious about meeting you. Also, I am angsty about meeting you.
Five things I loved about 2010?
1.) I got my tattoo.<3
2.) High School? I guess. I am going to miss you, I'm sure, once I have these crazy things called bills that eat my soul away. :) I like how furthering your education is a gamble, thanks world. You make so much fucking sense.
3.) I have two beautiful baby cows that are being bottle fed. They are cuter than your puppy. Also, just living on my farm in general. It has been a blessing and a curse, and inevitably I'm going to miss it.
4.) I started an ongoing philanthropy project that I hope continues all through my life and beyond. I love animals.
5.) I made it through another year with my beautiful boy, Lennon Michelangelo Selby<3

Five things I'm thrilled to ditch about 2010?
1.) I'm sorry Georgetown, you will always be home but its time for an adventure. 
2.) Well, realistically, Highschool. I swear to myself I don't want to leave but I'm a senior, of course I want to stop waking up at the buttcrack of dawn to spend the day with more angsty shits like myself.
3.) My attitude toward change.
4.) 5 pounds?
5.) My procrastination habits... kind of?


... Meow.

Monday, December 6, 2010

we love it.

"I want to dance with no pants on"
-Thanks Ke$ha, you are a hoe.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Obscene

I should note, I DO NOT SMOKE.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

As the goose bumps formed on my skin, my brain, high on false emotions, realized that I will only ever be pleased with childish novels and Jonas L.A. type shows.
Break a heart or two kid.