Alice overdosed in Wonderland
I'm Jess, but I don't much think a name can define you. Words don't ever really define you. That's why you have feelings I suppose.
I love everything but I like lots of things. I like Hello Kitty and pills and flashing lights and rainbows and unicorns and Nirvana and blood and bruises and tequila kisses and bites and thrashing bass and boys in bands. Ink and overexposed bones and cigarettes and guitarists and fishnets and flannel shirts are sex incarnate. I don't wear enough clothes and dye my hair too much, I don't eat often and wear far too much eye makeup. I have hair down to my waist but I bought it that way. Regrets are a waste of brain matter. I waste my life drifting and doing as I please. This doesn't always end well. I buy waistbelts from children's stores because they're the only ones I can find small enough to fit. I miss your cat. I dislike to be alone, my thoughts crowd my head and destroy me. I think bruises are beautiful and intend on painting a series in watercolour. I’ve always wanted to look like Barbie, ever since I can remember. Eating terrifies me. I love words, twisting and manipulating them to create beautiful images. My favourite smell is vanilla. I love the night but am scared of the dark. My favourite person isn’t in love with me anymore, so I’m rather broken. I find delicate, detailed things to be prettiest, things like spidery veins through paper-thin skin and protruding ribs and ornate lace and scrawled graffiti, layer after layer. Hazel eyes are the absolute best. I tend to be vain and insecure. My favourite colours are lilac and scarlet. I adore apple tea and kissing. I’m erratic and impulsive, which tends to scare people away. I enjoy the company of people who intrigue me, those with mysterious pasts and quirky mannerisms. I don’t understand the need to sleep for very long, it seems such a waste of time which I’ll never regain. Pastel goth kawaii princess.
I love everything but I like lots of things. I like Hello Kitty and pills and flashing lights and rainbows and unicorns and Nirvana and blood and bruises and tequila kisses and bites and thrashing bass and boys in bands. Ink and overexposed bones and cigarettes and guitarists and fishnets and flannel shirts are sex incarnate. I don't wear enough clothes and dye my hair too much, I don't eat often and wear far too much eye makeup. I have hair down to my waist but I bought it that way. Regrets are a waste of brain matter. I waste my life drifting and doing as I please. This doesn't always end well. I buy waistbelts from children's stores because they're the only ones I can find small enough to fit. I miss your cat. I dislike to be alone, my thoughts crowd my head and destroy me. I think bruises are beautiful and intend on painting a series in watercolour. I’ve always wanted to look like Barbie, ever since I can remember. Eating terrifies me. I love words, twisting and manipulating them to create beautiful images. My favourite smell is vanilla. I love the night but am scared of the dark. My favourite person isn’t in love with me anymore, so I’m rather broken. I find delicate, detailed things to be prettiest, things like spidery veins through paper-thin skin and protruding ribs and ornate lace and scrawled graffiti, layer after layer. Hazel eyes are the absolute best. I tend to be vain and insecure. My favourite colours are lilac and scarlet. I adore apple tea and kissing. I’m erratic and impulsive, which tends to scare people away. I enjoy the company of people who intrigue me, those with mysterious pasts and quirky mannerisms. I don’t understand the need to sleep for very long, it seems such a waste of time which I’ll never regain. Pastel goth kawaii princess.