I like trashy.
Someone told me my blogs trashy.
Well, I have a trashy life and Im a trashy girl. There. But you know what? Im not proud of it, but Im not ashamed either (thats kinda obvious huh.)
You know what, were all junk inside. Were all about being lost, and finding respite in sex and never being pleased with ourselves and being just plain self-destructive. And theres an art to it. Theres a raw quality in all of that, and I love it. I love art that brings all that shit out, you know. Art that really eats into you when you look at it, because you feel guilty when you see it, or because you look at it and think; oh my god, what is my life doing in a public gallery. Or whatever.
Im tired. Its been a long day.
*snuggle*
Someone told me my blogs trashy.
Well, I have a trashy life and Im a trashy girl. There. But you know what? Im not proud of it, but Im not ashamed either (thats kinda obvious huh.)
You know what, were all junk inside. Were all about being lost, and finding respite in sex and never being pleased with ourselves and being just plain self-destructive. And theres an art to it. Theres a raw quality in all of that, and I love it. I love art that brings all that shit out, you know. Art that really eats into you when you look at it, because you feel guilty when you see it, or because you look at it and think; oh my god, what is my life doing in a public gallery. Or whatever.
Im tired. Its been a long day.
*snuggle*
but ive always had my theory that everyone in the world is crazy, and the people to really worry about are the ones who claim normalacy.