The blog

This blog is the closest you will ever come to understanding me. Read it. God, just read it. And then would you please stop asking me about my past, my present and my future? It´s because I do not remember nor notice nor know.

The spelling of Lo-li-ta

all I ask is that you let me spend forever feeling this way.

The snakehead.

They used to call me heroin(e) because I could break your heart and save you all in the same night. Now they just call me pathetic.

The peppermint days

there is nothing to using my imagination. all I do is sit down on a typewriter and bleed.

The tibetan dream

I'll iron your clothes. I'll shine your shoes. I'll make your bed and cook your food. I'll never cheat. I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet and for a diamond ring. I'll do these kinds of things. I'll scrub your floor. never be a bore. I'd tuck you in. I do not snore. I'd wear your black eyes. bake you apple pies. I won't ask whys and I try not to cry.

Cause it is nearly midnight and all I want with my life is to die your housewife.

The shipwreck in my head

Everything you do, you pay for. So if you're going to kiss me, you'd best be prepared to bleed.