I'm Annuh, I like indie music and flowers. I'd give ten years of my life to either meet Jeff Buckley or become a wizard; preferably both. I'm quirky and small, but my brain is big; and consequently so is my head. I've loved and lost myself, and now I'm discovering who I am without a hand to guide me. Follow backs are nearly guaranteed.
Finally updated my bio.
I’m alone in the world and nothing has ever felt so right and horribly wrong. But there is no turning back now, I made sure of that. Maybe subconsciously on purpose, if that makes sense
you aren’t who I need in my life. I need the freedom to live my life free of your strict expectations of who I should be. You say I’ve changed for the worse since it ended, but really I’m just behaving in a way so much more true to myself than you ever allowed. Only separated can I see how repressed and controlled I was. I felt good with you, sometimes so good I couldn’t let go, couldn’t go a day without seeing you, without hearing you, without toughing you. But you always could.
I miss your heat, not your heart. That’s why I only miss you at night when I’m lying alone, searching for your hand in the blankets tucked near the wall where you used to sleep. That should have been a sign, even asleep you are closed off; alone. Never truly letting me in because then you would be vulnerable, and you couldn’t let me have that power over you. I was supposed to be the imperfect one.
Often times I felt like another old car. Taken as a frame, built up, meticulously recreated based off pictures and research, to fit the vision, the design in your head. When a part wasn’t right you replaced it, When I was dented or scratched, you polished me up. I did my best to shine for you, keep myself clean and perfect for you and you alone. I took that care as love when really it was so much less than that. A hobby. A fascination with the idea of me, not what I was. You painted me white, but I wanted to be red.
And yes, I still love you. But I’m not ready to remember the good things yet, else I’ll forget the bad.
Its so hard
I’m so lucky to have such great friends who care about me & I’m really thankful for my friend Brett who bought me a dozen roses & asked me to be his Valentine because he knew that I would be sad after getting dumped 3 days before
Everyone take a gander at my beautiful and happy best friend
Brett is the sweetest!
These two are perfection
ROBERTO CAVALLI SS 2005
peter pan grew up to be one sexy motherfucker
thank god he grew up OmFG