VICTORIA ELIZABETH PAXSON
scream it; tory... tor... london... tootsie...
of the; femme fatale variety
reaching for the clouds; 5’4
celebrate annually; nov. 1
shampoos as; brunette
feel alive with; JAMES LUIS MACDONALD
rawk in; boothbay scene
dream; if i could write a word or two to move you...
insult of the time period; reject &/or
wanker
moshes to; anything with a beat. [period.]
CONTACT
[email]
[AIM]
[myspace]
THE GIRL
hello. i'm a girl who's in love with a boy. [& i like it that way]. i don't like uppercase but i'm a nut about proper grammar. i'd rather use the ampersand [&] over the word "and" anyday. i like umbrellas, writing things in dust, & things that are oddly shaped. sometimes i am small & sometimes i expand across the universe. i'm silly, tempermental & i know how to get underneath your skin. i'm a contrast & i like black & white pictures with dabs of color. i like to party, but i'm not an animal. i'm pretty straight edge, & i have respect for people that are completely straight edge, but if you aren't that's cool too. i like dancing like a drunk & writing random lines of poetry. no one really gets me. i'm a changer. i don't like being ignored & i don't mind being alone. i can flip my tongue over & i whistle by breathing in instead of out. i'm rad, i'm cool, & i'm probably better than you. & someday, i'll make sense. only today is not that day. i like believing in people, especially when they don't believe in themselves. i bet i'm more immature than you, & i bet you're jealous. sometimes i like to dance on my roof at midnight in my skivies.
if you put any type object in front of me i will bite, touch, chew on, play, fidget, putter, tinker, toy, trifle, twiddle, meddle, mess, tamper, break or fiddle with it. you may call me fiddle, for i am the fiddle queen.
LOVE
JAMES MACDONALD. i don't like him, i love him. okay? okay. that's just the way it is. & you know what? i wouldn't have it any other way.

THIS IS LOVE. SIMPLE, YET SO COMPLICATED A FEELING.
4 a.m. we ran the miracle mile
we're flat broke,
but hey we do it in style
let's destroy each other. 'cause we're too cool for love lines, soft kisses over cheap wine. smoke me baby like your last cigarette, whisper to me, say you'll never forget. could you break my heart a little more? shove my body up against yours & kiss me like you mean it? anything worth a taste burns as it goes down.
she called last night still waiting for a reply. this static contact is pulling us apart. please hang on tight, i'll see you through the night. you have me still be because i'm breathing, although it has slowed down. please don't cry because i'm leaving. i hope i see you soon. exchange the sunshine for brown eyes and dark skies, replace this dull life with you. i know it's tomorrow, she's waiting for something to feel alive.
this whole damn world can fall apart
you'll be ok follow your heart
you're in harms way, i'm right behind
now say you're mine
you've got the music in you
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