Scared might have to have
kneesurgery heresoon.
Still havent evenbeen able togetan
apttime set. We have his moms
dog; havehad
her for abouttwoweeks
now. Daisy
toreup the linoleum
inthe chimmney room soIm pretty
surefor her safety and my
sanity were getting
rid ofhersoon.
Sampson (my snake)is getting
sobig , i loveit. Ilove
having him
becausewhen I
hold him I
go back tothe
timeofbeing inMrs
Bakersclass and
holding hersnakes.Pepper and
Chile. Besidesthat
like I said; just beinga
drunk addict most of
the time.Whatabout you?
(weds @ 9:22)
If fairytales are real then
she is the kind of princess no prince or king could ever handle.
She was not made for parties but battlefields and
saddles.
I
was about half in love with her by the time we sat down.
That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something
pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you
never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can
drive you crazy. They really
can.
What if
Cinderella had an attitude problem and Snow White liked cider
too much? What if Ariel enjoyed human company more than her own
kind’s and Aurora just liked her solitude more than the
human touch? What if the only rabbit hole Alice ever fell down
involved a pipe and a substance not discussed as such? What if
they locked Wendy up for hallucinating about Neverland and a
boy who never grew up? What if fairytales weren’t as
innocent as they sounded and even princesses weren’t
perfect? What if I told you your damage doesn’t define
you and the way you survive is no one else’s damned
business?
the world breathes the
toxin
the world tastes the posion
the world feels the pain
the world hears the destruction
the world is hurting.
and we do nothing to stop it.