Amelia. 19. College dropout. Writer. Striving and failing artist. Music. Singing. Female. Bisexual. Hopeless Romantic. Smoker, joker and midnight toker. Poet. Tattoos. Piercings. Cats. Architecture. Interior Design. Travel. Books. Reading. Surrealism. Dada. Literature. Punk. Shows. Seattle. Mix CDs. Art History. Recovering addict.
"Meet me where the planets align and kiss stratosphere. Where we collide, bodies toppling in serene embrace. Eclipsing and orbiting with truths of love resting on satin lips and trembling fingers. Meet me here."
To hell with you and your teenage drama bullshit. You are so convinced that you are above all of this, when in fact you’re the source. Grow the fuck up, kid. Your behavior is getting to the point of being too fucking disgusting and childish to even tolerate for a second. You’re not a player and you aren’t cool anymore, you’re just fucking with people’s emotions and breaking hearts and whether you know it or not, you’re not getting anywhere doing it.
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Feb 24th 2012
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