find what you love 
and let it kill you - charles bukowski



vannah is preferable but call me what you like, as long as you call. i am a tragically aspiring writer, poetry junkie and dreamer born three decades to late for the musical revolution with insomniac tendencies and a vivacious imagination which dreams of publication, eek. i am located in the great southern land aka the land down under, approximately two point five miles from the sun yet experiencing a perpetual crisis involving six seasons in one day. attempting to emulate the person i needed when i was little before everything got so fucked up. i want a dozen different horizons and to possess half the flair and pizzazz of ms lovegood with a cardigan damn near as badass as nevilles, and to star in a depiction of the rocky horror show because time warp. what. and to be as utterly insane as every muso that lived in the sixties and seventies 'cause madness looks a heck more thrilling than everything else, being the love child of jimi hendrix and stevie nicks is a legitimate fantasy of mine, don't rain on my parade. i am a feminist. i've been a female for eighteen years. i'd be a fool not too.


kiss kiss.


writers aren't exactly people…they're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person -f. scott fitzgerald
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