"she’s the smoke, she’s dancing fancy pirouettes. swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette."
i imagine my life as a movie trailer and i sleep to dream
my name is what ever you want it to be. age is just a number. when i was young, my dad gave me an alannis morisette tape, and my mom got mad at him because it said "fuck" in it. so i wasn't allowed to listen to it anymore. but i loved it, so i would sneakily listen to it in my bedroom. i consume app. 7+ glasses of iced tea a day, and i have for the past year. when i was about 5 years old, me and my mom had this tradition of watching sabrina the teenage witch every friday night, and i miss that more than anything. except for this one time that my dad gave me a mix tape of these dance tracks, when i was like 3, when he used to do local dj'ing... that was all i would listen to for months and i would do anything to get that tape back. i think that without fbr i would stop breathing, my face would turn blue, my skin would peel off, my blood would dry out and my organs would corrode. whenever i have to go to the bathroom i sit in my seat and dance trying to hold it in because im always too lazy or preoccupied to go pee. sometimes and only sometimes i secretly and very secretly but not really secretly anymore listen to country music and i've always wanted to but never have and never will dress like miranda lambert in the kerosene music video. when i'm home alone i listen to the tragically hip and cook. woo, i'm in love with brendon, my entire life is planned out with him and it amazes me every damn day how crazy i love i am, i could go on for literally, the longest time, but alas, i shall not proceed. my tounge pretty much always hurts and i'm dehydrated 24/7. i have no guilty pleasures, cause if i'm gonna like something gay i'm gonna get made fun of for it and thats that. my grandpa is my main musical influence. not his personal music but his taste. i hate how long my friends list it but i have no heart to take anyone off. before my mom married my dad we lived in this cute little apartment and we would listen to amanda marshall and play barbies together. i regret almost everything i say and i stress about it all the time, especially on weekends. i suffer from insomnia and cronic depression and i laugh about it when those disorders aren't in effect. i'm quiet sometimes and sometimes i laugh for no reason.

the academy is, air, ambulance ltd, amanda marshall, angels and airwaves, the archies, azure ray, backseat goodbye, backstreet boys, the beatles, beach boys, beck, bellarayne, blink 182, bob dylan, britney spears, the cab, cat power, the clash, cobra starship, coldplay, counting crows, dinosaur jr, dion and the belmonts, eisley, elliott smith, ELO, the english beat, dresden dolls, fall out boy, the februarys, the honey trees, the hush sound, green day, gym class heroes, hope, jack johnson, jimi hendrix, johnny cash, journey, led zepplin, lfo, the libertines, lily allen, louis xiv, mew, the moffats, motion city soundtrack, the muffs, muse, nirvana, nsync, oasis, panic at the disco, phantom planet, placebo, radiohead, red hot chilli peppers, regina spektor, reverie sound revue, the rocket summer, s club 7, smashing pumpkins, the smiths, sublime, sugar ray, third eye blind, this providence

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, garden state, the breakfast club, white oleander, across the universe, almost famous

star girl, love, stargirl