fuck january. bring on the naked days of june.
ive spent the fast few days in bed with my art history book, but sleeping not studying
last night i was a stupid cry baby face and i cut my hair(obviously i dont like it) and now we have two pet flying birds?
they say its safe for little girls to run away, but its not safe for their rat baby friend
my name is aryn and i like to laugh!
oh i cant wait for the mail, vogue and a letter from esther
red lips
grasp for perfect words
that fall out of my mouth
like pennies on the floor
scrambling to pick them up
i realize they're worth nothing
im a roller derby lemonade.
so ask me no questions ; sing me no songs. follow me nowhere.
im already gone.
lick it up baby. lick it up