“Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?”

Intrusive thoughts burn holes in my brain. I guess that’s why I’m so empty.

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

All smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media

Consumed by darkness but drenched in warm morning sun. Life’s oxymoron.

Like water lies spill from my lips. Droplets of poison ready to kill.

Your body ebbs, flows, ripples, and glows like water. Don’t fear changing tides.

Vanilla ice cream melts down my wrist as my lips melt all over yours.

Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.

Twenty-six letters, infinite stories to tell, nothing comes to mind.

Talk dirty to me like I’m a nun on her knees screaming hail Mary.

I wish the voices would pour from every orifice. Bleed from my bones and drain me of this illness.

Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.

She was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.

I grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.

Every freckle, mole, dimple, and scar, shine bright in my body’s constellation of stars.

I have always liked the contrast between being blonde and having dark features.

He shall appear suddenly and blissfully to all that love Him.

I’m taking my rats. Those are my friends for the tour. Thelma and Louise. They’re so cute.

People keep asking me if I am having more fun, being blonde, but I always have fun! Whether I’m blonde, redhead, or brunette! I always have fun.

Things are never as bad or as good as they seem.

I used to be obsessed with Pearl Jam, but I love having pink hair and kind of looking like a Barbie.

I’m never happy with my face, my hair, I haven’t really got any boobs and I’m not really that tall.

I’m not that big, physically. I’m just big where it counts – I got a big heart!