this one is for sandman.
says you cant see my eyes much in my pics
well here you go






and your makeup looked so good next to his cheek....

I am Vindicated
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I’m right
I swear I knew it all along


And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself

EVERYONE TOUCH THIS GIRL.
megan marie roy
she is almost to her colors and she needs touches and gspots.
it would mean alot to me thank you


www.melodramatic.com/users/punchdrunklov3

THANKS!

things might be more beautiful than they appear

or maybe its beautiful the way they appear

DUDE
MELO IS GETTING OLD
AND IT SUCKS MY ASS..
ITS JUST NEVER UP ANYMORE.
FUCK.

these chicks don’t even know the name of my band..

just thought i’d share some new pictures.


[me in my new beautiful glasses. haha im ugly :c)]

[the love of my FREAKING life!!!!!!]

[aww my little bestfriend i love him.]

[isn’t he beautiful?]


some time ago. memories in my head.
they’re starting again...

[well today was alright..]
[wore my beautiful new glasses...]
[cuz i couldn’t get my new freakin contacts in.]
[id i mention that i hate contacts?]
[ya well i do..]
[i couldn’t wear my new pants today i got this weekend]
[cuz i was afraid i’d leak in them [too much info X_x]
[i thought about [MEH] all day..]
[boo on that..]
[i have a lil sunburn.. hopefully it’ll turn into a tan soon.]
[oh ya and i wore no makeup today..]
[scary as FUCK.]
[i got an A on my essay which is always good..]
[now im leaving this thought]
[with the next best thing.]

CARVE YOUR HEART OUT YOURSELF.
to crista because i love her.


is there anything worth looking for? worth loving for? worth lying for?
is there anything worth waiting for? worth living for? worth dying for? is there anything worth waiting for?
is there anything worth loving for? worth dying for...

[my beautiful crista tena. i took this lovely pic.]

carry this picture for luck, keep it in a locket, tucked in your collar, close to your chest, make it a secret, sewn to the closest friends.

[FKN gangsters i tell you. haha. soleil crista rita.]

i guess its luck but its the same
hard luck youve been trying to tame
maybe its love but its like you said...
love is like a role that we play
but i believe in you so much
i could die for the words that u say
but i believe in you so much
i could from the words that u say
but your chasing a ghost
on a good thing
telling yourself its the real thing
its getting away from you again
but your chasing ghosts...

[woot woot go crista, eh?]

we’re invisible.
their burning the roads they built to lead us to life
they are blinding our hearts with their blinding lights

[my lovely dolls. rita. and crista. i love you guys.]


just tell me something... was it worth it when it was over?

A word is dead

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.


AHH i love this poem i don’t know why. it’s by emily dickinson. i also love this one. haha if anyone cares.


Because I could not Stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
and Immortality.

We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess--in the Ring
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain
We passed the Setting Sun

Or rather--He passed Us
The Dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my Gown
My Tippet--only Tulle

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground
The Roof was scarcely visible
The Cornice--in the Ground

Since then--’Tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses Heads
Were toward Eternity.

HOW FUCKING LOVELY. huh? its beautiful

i looked in the mirror today...

and i was like wow i am so FKN ugly. it’s sad.

i want to be paris. or giselle. or adriana. and i sat there. painting my beauty on. and i cried. comforted by music. living in this beautiful world. and being ugly. standing out.

at that moment.....

i wished i was beautiful.

happy birthday mom.




i just want you to know..
that i never meant to hurt you.
any way.
any how.
any where.




and that i miss you...

hmm lets name all the great things that happened today. eh

1. well. my cousin is pregnant. i like looked up to her? she’s a fucking idiot now. she thinks she wants a baby but she doesn’t know what she fucking wants. SHE JUST TURNED 17 FOR CHRIST SAKE!

2. my grandma’s bestfriend for 49 years died of a brain tumor a couple weeks ago and i had to see my grandma. she is like losin her memory now cuz of it. sometimes she still thinks shes alive and she always talks about her.. i listen cuz i feel horribkle for her.

3. everyone was late for easter dinner. how fucking grand.

4. at least i got to fucking lay out. and talk to amber. amy’s heart surgery went well. she just can’t have sex for a couple weeks. poor amy!!!!! she like can’t live without it. oh well.

5. my sister and dad were fighting the whole time though. so what else is fucking new. i need a vacation.


yay for fucking spring break.

ahaha. so many people said my eyes looked pretty today.
like fucking RANDOM people.
well thanks whoever said i looked pretty.

"the stars will cry,
the blackest tears tonight
and this is the moment that i live for
i can smell the ocean air
and here i am
pouring my heart onto these rooftops
just a ghost to the world
that’s exactly
exactly what i need..."

damnit. i’ve got cookies. and no FKN milk. how gay. the end.