voices to guide you.
Lipsticks and cellphones and Macs and coffees and double-stuff Oreos and Ben & Jerrys and muses and diligences and inspirations and loose powders and lipgloss and pink mattes and Maybelline Girls and cherry red hair and updos and overwhelming makeup cause it's never enough, drunktards and stolen kisses and bitchin' boots and self-proclaimed herbivores and romance and lies and fucked-up dreams and senses of humor; Japan's very own eggplant bazooka and fingertips and blue oceans and socialites and parties and money, money, money and puzzles and labyrinth and deceiving tricks and flowing dresses and glossy hair; rhapsody, sonnets and illusions and falling petals and octopushead and devilbat ghost and crackberry; sunglasses and headwrappers and darkness and dim lights and shadows and black wars and sadness and victims and antiheroes and they're just a fantasy. vintages and cracked photos and theatres and natural-born actress and masks and big, big pear shaped diamonds and inheritances and Beatles and music, music, music and loudness and sounds of drums and love couches and red coats and punctured neck and blood, lots of blood and lunatics and heartbeats and blue roses and shining stars and desires and apples and divinations and broken wings and fallen angels in Armani suit and arts and designs and imitations and life, life, life and personas and mental sickness and disorientation disorders and Stockholm syndrome and bitches and queens and Banana Fish and haute couture; stalkers and their unrequited loves, shattered hearts and harmonicas and reincarnations and revolutions, not to mention revelation; confinements and golden cages and bits, tiny bits of classical pieces and violin, violin, violin and maniacal laughters and dramatic singers and iPod and fan fictions and random slashing and one true pairings; procrastination and slaves and shopaholics and cheesecakes and Starbucks; five different lights that forms a BANG! and Godga and G-sus and Jaysus and Shisus and the rest of them; 140 character limits and Valentine chocolates and chitchats and whispered secrets and high heels and red carpet events and famous people and revelries and reveries and thirteen boys and love, love, love and lookalikes and indie bands and deceptions and quickies and addiction and fire and ice and death.
I ❤ ALL OF THEM.
Read at your own risk.