I have spent the past 4 hours looking at naked girls online. From the artistic nude, to the blatantly sexual. I love girls. Boobs, bums, necks, backs, cunts, hands, legs, lips... yep. Problem is. Well, I can't talk about my problem. All I can say it is making me very very confused, making me think things I feel guilty for and making me question and self sabotage. Yep.
*beats head against wall*
Speaking of photos. I skated on Saturday. Every single photo of me from the bout (the few that there are...) I look horrendous. Why O' Why must I be one of those unlucky un-photogenic sods whilst skating? Damn you lucky bitches who look sexy 24-7.
I want to dance in the rain. With hands on my body. Pelvis to pelvis. I want to be someones FAVOURITE...noticed and wanted. First choice. Not forgotten, overlooked and un-worthy.
I'm a little nutty. Always overthinking. Totally unsure. In love with words, roller derby and pinup girls. Strict vegetarian, not quite strong enough for veganism. I like to tap my feet to tunes and ponder the words I'll never write down. I question too much and tend to forget how short life is. I think snuggles in bed on a rainy day beats doing anything else, ever. I think Autumn is the best season. I collect rubber duckies and have an addiction to buying books. There is much more to know, however it is all just as tedious as this has been...so... ENDx