i dont have to prove myself to you, i dont have to justify the things i do. i have nothing to prove. i can be what i want and what i want to be is what i am. and i DON'T have to spell out for you whatever that is. it is not yours to have delivered into your lap in exchange for your harrassment.

im never never never going to do what you want me to do. i refuse to live the life you want me to.

fuck you for pouting and bitching and whining about things that have nothing to do with you.

me living shouldn't hurt you that much.

it just proves that your dissatisfied with yourself, your life, your mirror.

attacking me from under the veil? how blind do you think i am?

shut your mouth and come back when you've learned how to fucking smile, or you've gotten rid of your ignorance or at least just become worth someones time.

love you (because clearly SOMEONE needs to),

lohla xx

i find it pretty hilarious how everyone thinks theyre so indie for having this ONE song [and, like, time to pretend by mgmt] on their ipods and two ~*quirky*~ outfits from urban outfitters and a twitter they never post on.

anyway, this made me laugh:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBYGownvocw

apparently i highly resemble jsimps and beyonce ' they only keep saying brody dalle because of all the lipstick xD
also do you love how it knows i'm half indian???! aish and biphasa xD

ANYWAYYYY y'all are getting a LONG BLOG tonight or tomorrow morning about my AMAZING experience this week

hint: im sticky with champagne its okay its my birthday xD

You gotta stop shooting, start living,

gotta learn

that

you don't get time between minutes

to perfect your

pose when you

freeze a frame you don't

get to move.

my stomach must be bottomless tonight,

you must be a doctor, removing the bottom

because there is no pit for once.

so let's mosh, alright?

there's no stopping me from keeping you from stopping me tonight.

is what makes perfection in a storm

With her one white eye rolling

like two fingers kissing.

Like the whole world missing

The way you used to be able to function

But you can't work in conjunction

Snow blinds even if its just a reflection

Your minds blurring over all the corrections

that they find because everythings wrong, everythings wrong, everythings wrong.

Dont you miss it when her hair was long?

Wish Walt Disney wrote your fucking song?

Maybe then I wouldnt be the backup dancer, camoflauged

Supporting actress, constantly massaged

By the promise of her light finally turning lime

So she doesnt have to be the fucking mime.

Its my time, think I can turn tables without spilling the wine?

You leave space between therapists and

they just become the rapists

of every perception and thought.

They always want to assist

but you just barely subsist.

how many calories in a lie, bitch, cos you're just stuffing them down your throat?

Read every word that I wrote and

Slip it in your winter coat

how many times in a day you gonna get high, kid?

how many times you tell her "you're mine"?

how are you ever gonna get by?

pigs can't fly and you hate wearing ties?

and even though there's no knot, your smooth talkings currency

you've got her bought.

how many calories are in that anyway?

dumb bitch keeps stuffing it down her throat and

read every word that i wrote

and slip it in your winter coat.

So that outside, it's a close warning

And stop worrying about if you'll wake up the next morning.

The coffee cups and beds still get made

And most people working eventually get paid

And even the nerds will one day get laid

So chill the fuck out, man, you're still just a teen

You got two eyes, a mouth, a heart a liver a spleen.

And when worst comes to worst, hey, you still got me.

Screw the pills take my hand one day we're gonna get free.

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