So I’m stuck in this ditch
Somewhere between realism
And Reality

I'm going to Florida for a week. Miss me great amounts.

I'm going to be tan... Yum...

Bethany- I love you so much and I hope everything is well

M- Modern
A- Astonishing
D- Dangerous

G- Gentle
I- Interesting
R- Real
L- Living

Someone tried to explain to me how poets aren't artists....
There arguement was that an artist isn't a poet.
My responce: But sculpters aren't painters... And they're both artists...

Yeah so like, you can bite me.

My name is Anna Solomon... My friends call me Anna because I can never get a nickname. I'm fifteen years old but my dad tells me my brain is older. I wonder if that means I'm forgetful or intelligent. After a moment I don't really care.

I've never been in love with anyone, but I've been in love with pieces of them. Hair, smile, laugh, voice... Nothing important. Right now my interest is on someone I've never met. Because life is fucked. I say fuck a lot... As if swearing will make me less intelligent, thus ignorant, thus blissful... If this is bliss it is over-rated...

I want a shirt that says Mary Is My Lesbian... I could possibly send my entire school against me... It would be funny.