vanilla raindrops

email: noreia@planet-save.com.

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United States, California, sometimes Steiermark, Austria, something bored teenagers say when they speak useless words into brick walls of cotton candy, English, German, Noreia,creative writing, fiction, reading, college student, strange, cat power, mogwai, arap strap, dresden dolls, white oleander, the earth, my butt, and other big, round things, welcome to the dollhouse, fuckers.

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

coin-operated boy. i like it now, being there. i like being left alone to organize rows of CDs and think and sing. i like skipping through the aisles after closing and having my manager tell me i'm cute. and making random weird jokes with my crazy co-workers, which means that i'm still a socially acceptable human being. i guess.

it rains and the colors are vividly blurred outside the windshield, and amanda's voice is screaming some feministly twisted lyric from the portable boombox in the seat next to me. and i'm singing at the top of my lungs. and i'm falling down laughing. and i'm lonely, i feel quiet and i imagine a thousand things to say to a thousand people, and i wonder how they would respond if i were totally honest. but that's not in the rules, here, that's just not what we do. we say hidden things and read between the lines until tiny cracks open up and splinter. it takes forever to form a chasm, a hole for two people to step into and stop presenting themselves and just be.

i can't stop fiddling with the ring in my lip. i'm always wondering what people are thinking of me. i wonder if i'm attractive.

i think i want to kiss the whole world.

feeling very dramatically girl-ish right now. with my dresden dolls and le tigre and cat power. :)

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