January 2011
33 posts
2 tags
ohnathaly-deactivated20110202-d asked: What do you prefer pizza or hamburgers? :O
My favorite poem by Sylvia Plath is Leaving Early .
“ Lady, your room is lousy with flowers.
When you kick me out, that’s what I’ll remember,
Me, sitting here bored as a loepard
In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps,
Velvet pillows the color of blood puddling
And the white china flying fish from Italy. “
1 tag
Everywhere I go, she’s there.
I’ve been spending far too much time with these things.
Anonymous asked: How many books do you have? What's you favorite book so far?
Anonymous asked: I just gotta say you are such a beautiful girl.
Anonymous asked: Do you talk to whom ever?
1 tag
Citywalk with Dustin and Gene .
Oh yea and I met the beaver kid.
Anonymous asked: Are you going to Coachella?
5 tags
1 tag
Rant .
Do not ask me where I bought my Joy Division shirt(s) and tell me you love them and you want one as well and when I ask you what your favorite album is you tell me “Love Will Tear Us Apart” because then you don’t really “love” them you idiot . Then when I ask you what other songs you like you tell me “uhh I haven’t heard them in a while what do you...
1 tag
2 tags
“Home” by The Fat House Cat .
4 tags
I’ll miss you my FATHOUSECAT Ceci , but this change here is just a start of a new beggining for you and I’m here to scracth your back whenever you need a scratch .
Disneyland with Dustin and Gene .
These people are characters . Ha .
Unlike other sisters out there, we actually get along. I love her very dearly .
My favorite picture of the day .
Teacups day and night.
Nightime .
I love you Disneyland .
My Last Winter Concert .
I made the best out of it. All the hard work paid off with a big round of applause .
1 tag
Knit of illusion
Every vigilant footstep holds a story
With a captivating twist that leaves one at ease
That within itself entwines in it’s own jejune of a piece
” No dear we don’t put those kind together here “
Yet we laugh and we mourn for one another
We keep fibbing and stretching our own truths
Our mother knits us with delicate stitches to each other
As...