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age: 23 (Feb 27, 1985)
MEMBER SINCE: May 2005
occupation: I parade as a photographer for the moment
crush: Is having a strange effect on my heart, my stomach + my head.
makes me sad: Being rejected; being second best; not knowing where I stand; confusion; work; headaches
stats: 5'10
body mods: 8 ear piercings (one 10mm tunnels); industrial/scaffold; three idgety widgety star tattoos
i lost my virginity: Did you? Well, you can't have mine.
gets me hot: Kissing; straddling boys in clubs; collarbone + neck biting; a hand on the base of my back; having my hair played with; intention in your eyes; anticipation of something that I know will happen; having my hair pulled
makes me happy: Good music; hot sweet tea; my duvet; books; being wanted; making new friends; cute boys; cute girls; photography; new music; massive headphones
into: Being bitten; being held; photography; being stroked; being teased; cups of tea; being "arty"; laughing at myself; having deep conversations about ulitmately, nothing
"I think we should slow down. I can't call anyone my girlfriend, it's too soon for me."
The night's shattered. The calm's gone. There's only a sick churning feeling inside, the fear that I might lose again, that I might lose the one thing that's been so good to me recently. I'm sick + I'm scared. I don't know how I'll win this one if it ends.
Robot LoveThis is something I wrote in August '06, but I've never posted it here before. Strangely enough, it's one of my favourite pieces of writing that I've done.
Our first dance was to the sound of the crickets in a sunburnt field, dead grass prickling our legs. Our first break up, your tears ran onto my cheeks as your nicotine-stained fingers held my hair. You told me you'd love me forever. Our first fight, a cigarette burning my hand as I felt the floor fall out from under me. We lay on tarmac + spoke of the years to come, you slid a ring on my finger + said it would be forever. I lay with your head on my lap as I counted your breaths, listening to your heart beat - you're still alive, the alcohol you drowned yourself in not reaching your lungs. You crawled into bed with me, whispering as our bodies intermingled + became one. You told...
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