a toothbrush in every timezone

mirrors reflect thousands of photos.
mine reflects thousands of truths i'd rather keep hidden. dirty little secrets.
i'm a twisted goldilocks - sneaking around my own life like a criminal waiting to be caught.
i'm dorian grey, except my face is the painting, and it's twisting round every move i make. every breath i take.
i'm a skeleton structure of words and whispers of everything i've done and everything i haven't.
of course i'll take the blame, offload your sins onto my white shoulders, i can support the world.
believe everything you hear, it's always true.
stab in the cheek, kiss on the back.
tongues offering razorblade kisses and sure-fire misses.
every morning is spent yearning for every night. days blurr into years in the wink of an eye.

we're all just sharks and butterflies.
dangerous, but fragile.
vicious, but beautiful.

i'll rip out my heart and pin it to my sleeve
with a note that reads
"you mean oh-so-much to me".

i want to focus my eye on lovers and life - on success and ambition.
instead i'm blind to everything except beauty and aesthetics.
the vainest of Romantics.
i'd sell my soul for a second in the future, a polaroid that tells me this will all be worth it in the end.
a snap-shot of a true smile on a face i might just recognise from somewhere.
a mirror reflection that let's me know, someday, everything will be okay.

virginal call girls

some days i have so many thoughts and phrases and expressions and quotations and images that it's like a small nuclear war in my head.
each is just as powerful and dangerous and prominant, but it would only take one of them to take off, and i'd be a gonner.
boom.
devastation.

other days however...
other days i feel simple. but inexplicable.
unbelievable. but easily explained.
i don't have enough words to describe today.
and my limit has already been used up in my livejournal.
feel free to take a read... if you can find it.

all-in-one

i'm so sick even the air seems to be avoiding me for fear of infection.
it would explain why i'm finding it so hard to inhale lately.
i'm hot, i'm cold - and then i'm nothing at all.
i've got a fever and i'm burning down.
a candle with no flame, just smoke.

message for today: love gives you strength you never knew you had.


and sometimes it gives you the balls to use that strength in ways you never imagined.

imagine this...

speak

just for the record, the weather today is overly defensive and on the brink of denial.

mclovin

go see superbad.
now.

a glance from her, the whole city goes down

cracked rubies and dirt incased in diamonds.
perfect imperfection.
echo games in glass houses - the mirrors warp faces and names into people we pretend to know.
"simon says, do something incredible today"
heroes don't die. at least not on the front page of the new york times.
page three girls making fame infamous.
government dogs and ally cats.
fighting blind men with pictures of sunlight in prisms.
so hard, so hard to smile.
morning-after eyeliner and mascara tears.
rivers marking histories of seventeen years.
i learnt about life in text books - black and white.
seeing crimson in bathtubs. writing lines in skin and minds.
she forgot to breathe, that'll teach her to die for the attention.
suicide chic.

peaceandfuckinglove

i guess i never knew

i'm lost for words.
shell-shocked.

i...