MySpace Hoe

Once you are used to the idea of losing things, it no longer holds its value.

‘Here’s to hoping.’

Please  Fuck me. I mean really Fuck me.  I need to Feel Something.  I need to  Feel Myself drowning In the ocean Between my thighs, and I need to Feel Asphyxiated. Because sometimes, The only way to Feel Alive, is to taste The edge of  Death.

Hell to the best of us Here's to you and me

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.

I am learning that the difference between a garden and a graveyard is only what you choose to put in the ground.

The name they gave you belongs to someone else, their invention of you; if you turn out not to be that person, you have to name yourself.

I’m an open book in a culture that doesn’t fucking read.