Spray my graffiti from my vintage gallant tongue
*Thish one'sh called "Shtella Wash a Diver And She Wash Alwaysh Down"*
A creature is a creature, though I wish I were the wind. Instead - a student and delicate child of life with a blog.
Daughter and heiress of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I exist on the best terms I can.
Atheist. I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing. PBA (Paul Banks Anonymous). INTJ. A well-tailored person suit. Anglophile, possibly anglomaniac. Lover of words. Reader of books. One day I am gonna grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless.
I suffered a strange musical accident when I was little.
I obsess over band members and a single line of a song can keep me awake for years.
I have a thing for detective sergeants.
Flogging one-legged turkeys from a three-wheeled van since 1993.
Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves, and I want to rush in with the fools.
"Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative."
- Paul Banks
Currently reading: I'm reading stuff. Things.
"Can we waste some more time just colliding in space?
No matter how high we set the bar…we win"
Cobwebs long since overrun
Morse code for trumpet quintets
You say to me set black fires
Fancy summer's stall, a time to be so small
I should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas
Throw yourself into the road, darling! You haven't got a chance!
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain