Honestly #5

Me starting to use this blog as a journal = not good. Even I notice when I sound like a typical chick.
Yet, no art, music or video is able to move me at this point. I'm consumed with what's inside me.

-A

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of...

There was going to be a long post here on all of my most favorite things. Or more like things I would own had I had all the money I could ever want. But I got distracted

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Either way, Sweet Dreams are made of all the things I can't have and in my right mind know I'll probably never get.
(unless someone wants to just come and give them to me of course)

-A

Blank Space?

Fill it innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

"People call us renegades
'cause we like living crazy
We like taking on the town
Cause people getting lazy

I don't care what nobody says, no
I'm going to be her loverrrrrr
Always mad and usually drunk
But I love her like no other"

Orly?
Nonotrly.

-A

Honestly #4

Everyday single day I wake up, I desire to board a plane and just "leave." "Leave" to ANYWHERE but here. Though I know I won't be leaving anything behind, only bringing along extra baggage that will eventually have to be opened.

-A