Artist.
Muse.
Daddies Girl.

Bird. Sings pretty things. Eats with Chopsticks. Obsessed with Puzzles.
Ambiguous. Inaccessable and Unrequited. I'm sorry.

I float in an spilt Inkwell, bleeding into a vision of something I can't feel with even a fifth of what I'd like to. My life is as fragile and expendable as the liquid that drips through the lips of an Orchid. I'll live as in a dream and hope never to wake up.

I can often be found at the Waterfront puking in plastic cups,
When all that 'Feeling Special' Gets a bit too Much.

I really like shiney things, and blow jobs.
I'd probably like blow jobs even more if I had a cock.
Sometimes I also wish that I had a cock.

And sometimes I think we should just stop fighting.
Feel the love - Give head.

Thank you and Good night.

Bx

Please Note.
Please actually THINK before you post me a comment.
DO NOT under any circumstances try to pucker up to my half baked ass because I don't respond well to compliments and I don't see the relevance.
Looks aren't important, if you want to talk to me just be YOU. Because I can tell the faux from the fierce and you'll find I'm a lot nicer when someone's being real with me. However, if you'd like me to live up to my (Misguided) reputation of being a complete C.U.N.T - feel free to tell me that my hair is 'Lyke, sooo totally awesome!'
Thankyou.
Bx