an introduction;

So your father told you once that you were his princess, you won't see the castle, and you cannot find your prince.

And now you've grown alot, and your dresses don't fit right. Your daddy's not a hero, he stole your chariot.

So here you are in pieces, trying to prove to us it's real. The softness of your smile, and the lies you want to feel. The scales beneath your skin are showing off today,

There's evil in your heart, and it wants out to play.

oh dear belief,

if love is just a concept, then tears are just the rain.

if love is just a word, then all my words are vain.

ahhhhhhh

i don't want to do the hsc. i think i'll just sleep for the next month. kay cool.

you.

oh love.

I love being 18. So many new, exciting, happiness inducing, intoxicatingly amazing things. Yes, the novelty will wear off. But shh.

the way you make me feel.

:)

if only everyone were this pretty slash cool.

scrambled.

tumblr and Owl City. you are my life.