To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.
-Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe.
obsessions: dead icons, time periods before my own, and licentious behavior.
i'm currently learning how to knit and it's becoming a favorite. yay for scarves!
i take naps after showering. and in the nude too.
my motto: never belong to anyone.
my favorite words: androgyny, voluptuous, serpentine, feral, bones, and cunt.
i idolize the most brilliant mad-man pianist: Oscar Levant.
i often moonwalk through Walmart and grocery stores.
i like to smoke. i like to booze. i like to fall asleep in strange beds.
i wish i was the love-child of Johnny Depp and Tim Burton.
if you knew me in person i'd convince you that i'll bite the dust before i'm thirty.
i'm fond of lying in the bottom of my bathtub when i want some peace.
i flood recklessly through the path of wild abandon.
activities: hot boxing. rolling with the homies.
interests: Victor and Emily [my boobs]. daydreaming. cigarettes. classic bitchery. sex. Harley Quinn. autumn. insanity. rave bracelets. Marilyn Monroe. androgyny. skanking in the kitchen [ska dancing]. gothic gloves. coffee. fairies. aimless driving. candles. sour candy. destruction. touching bones. James Dean. howling at the moon. Chicago. marble soda. constellations. bombshells. open sexuality. Sid & Nancy. sleeping naked. fedoras. bubblebaths. glitter. glow sticks. fishnets. Japanese graffiti. gypsies. harpiscords. pro-choice and gay marriage. cooking. mohawks. eyeliner. early morning parties. Neverland. corsets. energy drinks. Betty Boop. ice cream. biting. drag queens. my dog: Charlie Bucket.
books: Peter Pan. The Virgin Suicides. Candy. The Fountainhead. The Great Gatsby. Mad Love. Lolita. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Evidence of Things Unseen. 1984. Joker. If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things. The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. The Crow. GirlBomb. Harry Potter. Party Monster. The Catcher in the Rye. The Illustrated Man. The Killing Joke. Coraline. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Lullabies for Little Criminals. East of Eden. The Watchmen. Middlesex. Ecstasy. Breakfast of Champions. Hunter S. Thompson. Sylvia Plath. Edgar Allan Poe. T.S. Eliot. Chuck Palahniuk. Etgar Keret.
Kendal: Libertine.
"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
-The Cure
-Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe.
obsessions: dead icons, time periods before my own, and licentious behavior.
i'm currently learning how to knit and it's becoming a favorite. yay for scarves!
i take naps after showering. and in the nude too.
my motto: never belong to anyone.
my favorite words: androgyny, voluptuous, serpentine, feral, bones, and cunt.
i idolize the most brilliant mad-man pianist: Oscar Levant.
i often moonwalk through Walmart and grocery stores.
i like to smoke. i like to booze. i like to fall asleep in strange beds.
i wish i was the love-child of Johnny Depp and Tim Burton.
if you knew me in person i'd convince you that i'll bite the dust before i'm thirty.
i'm fond of lying in the bottom of my bathtub when i want some peace.
i flood recklessly through the path of wild abandon.
activities: hot boxing. rolling with the homies.
interests: Victor and Emily [my boobs]. daydreaming. cigarettes. classic bitchery. sex. Harley Quinn. autumn. insanity. rave bracelets. Marilyn Monroe. androgyny. skanking in the kitchen [ska dancing]. gothic gloves. coffee. fairies. aimless driving. candles. sour candy. destruction. touching bones. James Dean. howling at the moon. Chicago. marble soda. constellations. bombshells. open sexuality. Sid & Nancy. sleeping naked. fedoras. bubblebaths. glitter. glow sticks. fishnets. Japanese graffiti. gypsies. harpiscords. pro-choice and gay marriage. cooking. mohawks. eyeliner. early morning parties. Neverland. corsets. energy drinks. Betty Boop. ice cream. biting. drag queens. my dog: Charlie Bucket.
books: Peter Pan. The Virgin Suicides. Candy. The Fountainhead. The Great Gatsby. Mad Love. Lolita. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Evidence of Things Unseen. 1984. Joker. If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things. The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. The Crow. GirlBomb. Harry Potter. Party Monster. The Catcher in the Rye. The Illustrated Man. The Killing Joke. Coraline. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Lullabies for Little Criminals. East of Eden. The Watchmen. Middlesex. Ecstasy. Breakfast of Champions. Hunter S. Thompson. Sylvia Plath. Edgar Allan Poe. T.S. Eliot. Chuck Palahniuk. Etgar Keret.
Kendal: Libertine.
"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
-The Cure
- Last seen 4 hours ago. Member since March 25, 2006.
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, and quote is "I need to hunger, I need to drown". - I am a girl (United States)
- I am in the groups AntiTwilight Lovers, The Joker
- I have 1,159 comments, 5 contests, 472 poems, 206 stories, 1 journal
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group contest.1750 points, ended November 18, 25 entries In Almost anything goes, Big points, Boo twilight, Fun, Good writing, Humor, Originality, Vampires
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At some point, she would blaze beneath his chest. He’d cave over like a tide pulling her out to sea, a paper girl anchored beneath his sal200 words, 4 comments, October 20. In Exit music
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1.) What kind of music do you like? Why?100 words, 2 comments, October 29. In noguest
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a man once came and put his knees into my ribs, sand-spreading the harp strings and cobwebs and dog-chewed curves until a crack and secret<100 words, 12 comments, October 6
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The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage
Imprisonment of the untamed, the irony of her room<100 words, 9 comments, September 6
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- Isabelle Marie at allpoetry
the sky spoke in a language of metal wind chimes
and spoons clattering in a porcelain sink - Hook. at allpoetry
I'm the asylum's linoleum floors and all the holed rags the patients have wasted themselves on, trying to clean the breached moon craters that let the diseases in. the sickness running feral like a pack of dogs engorged with - reckless abandonment. at allpoetry
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I despise the very air of people who prance around, deep throating it in your mouth, and going on and on about how they're going to "find themselves." There's an extreme amount of loathing geared to those people. And the funny thing is, they think they're so "deep" [as in, like, an ocean with, like, buried treasureJune 15, In Dedication to all the lost soul. 300 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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DogsLookUp on November 7*Giggles*
Knit me a scarf made out of raven feathers and dark-blue glitter. That would make my life complete. <3 -
DogsLookUp on November 5i'm currently learning how to knit and it's becoming a favorite. yay for scarves!
Lol ^^
Um, could you knit me one? 
I tried knitting once and nearly impaled my finger with the needle. -
DogsLookUp on October 29*Pokes back* I'm working on it! D:
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DogsLookUp on October 6Nonsense, of course you do. =)
I'm head over heels in love with your talent and personality ^_^ hopefully you'll overcome that writer's block and post something soon.
