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Name: Alexa
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: Indianapolis
Birthday: 4/16/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Violet, time, the pianoforte, thought, rare beautiful people I happen to observe, that other, the universe, writing, Siouxsie Sioux, geishas, Sailor Saturn, Latvia, grotesque, Twiggy, humans, communism, all colours of gum, hands, Sean Brennan, shoulders, necks, androgynous beauty, white hair, the beauty of make-up, silence, (de)unnoise, Germany, Dorian Gray, greek mythology
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  lovelyxjoan
Yahoo:  sailormoon745
Member Since:
10/3/2005
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| It does, most definitely, feel like a new year.
But as for other things, they're still old.
Although, it was rather nice.
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| I feel like laughing a hundred laughs.
Because this whole situation is so stupid.
And realization as to the nature of things matters.
I really only want to talk to Brooke.
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| we named our ipods
bellatrix lestrange
and
narcissa malfoy.
she took bellatrix. but I've always preferred blondes.
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| I know what I feel like doing.
I feel like walking down some street in Venice with my other. I suppose it is different every time I picture him, but now he has long white-blonde hair and gray eyes. I suppose this is what I dwell on when I daydream, a certain scene that I play over and over again in my mind, because it seems perfect and tangible. I must admit now, on this day, there is a rather sick feeling in my stomach. The future is blurry, this is a labyrinth of sorts but it is all gray. Realizing that I've never really talked to anouther human before with them understanding every sound that came out of my mouth gives me a sort-of sickening feeling, but then I keep telling myself it is a matter of years.
So fear makes me sick, fear makes me angry. It is hard to see the true colour of skin. Anouther one of those moments where I feel like never being looked upon again, because it would be so much more interesting if I was never seen.
The scissors would cut my ties, one by one. I would look on, and it would be quite painful, I can imagine. Goodbye her, goodbye so-and-so. The once golden strings would fall burned to the ground.
Just looking at these situations make me sick. In no other way am I so condescending, naive, and selfish.
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| Today was rather bleak. It is a blur of a day, one that was recorded swiftly but shall probably not be remembered if I were to dwell on rather content-ish thoughts. I remember Socorro. I suppose, being one to miss things, as is a common trait amongst humans, being able to see the mountains is something I have been without for many a month. Seeing the same trees is rather tiresome. Well four minutes is what remains. I'm sure even stars look the same. | | |
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