skin

i can smell you on my skin.

a king of all kinds

a crown of black skies hides behind a hairline

the thrills of the thunder encased by a flick

or a flinch of a lash trimmed lid

no better than us with those words you spin

blind in the day to a brighter night and a pitiful

excuse for tomorrow.

you see what you want but the king sees it all

and what you call blood runs colourless

and clear as your skin sheds pages like a scaly

infection

infectious

now i'm just rambling.

oh well, worth a try.

mickey mouse sunglasses

i've always had a thing for them.

older is better

but i don't want a new year, i liked this one

shorter than your skirt

emma watson, ashlee simpson, mia wasikowska, and alice glass.
and don't they look so much prettier for it? i think so. they look grown up. except you gotta have the bone structure for it, so i've heard. and what are the chances in that? i mean, ashlee had to get a new nose to pull it off, but i suppose it is possible.

ten things i could do with my time:

1. dye the shit out of my hair

2. continue to wrap presents

3. listen to my new cocorosie album

4. cut all my hair off

5. paint my nails

6. pluck my eyebrows

7. put on a ton of makeup and play dress up by myself

8. unpack my suitcase

9. bake christmas cookies

10. write a letter to no one

here's a hint, i'm opting for 1, 4, 6, and 10.

here's to:

the cheesiest christmas parties

the best staged photos

and the most amazing friends i'm proud to know.