I like the smell of old yellowed books and staying up until three in the morning I drink coffee and tea and paint my nails a drunken red kiss the surface of broken oyster shells makes me smile and I love those summer storms that thunder and drizzle all day I find elegance in mirrors and in faded photographs I really enjoy the sounds of hands typing on a keyboard I observe more than I let on and I guess I'd just like to say hello
i am a mess my words come out backwards my hair is out of control around 97% of the time and i am caught in all the books i've ever read and can't seem to leave out of touch with reality but i will try my best if you'll let me i will kiss your scarred hands and make you tea when you're angry and worked up i'll follow every cliche that's ever been written and all i want in return is for you to gently reach and pull me back when i start to drift and not just run away
I want lace and ruffles Long skirts and demure smiles behind a dainty fan I want a man to ask for permission To kiss my gloved hand I want love that burns and waits And passion unbridled is released When the formal skin is shed; The beauty is in the contrast.
Even when I face problems miles high and fathoms deep my books still make me cry. Sometimes love in stories rings truer than any reality - it is close to that I'll keep.
Remember Gentlemen: Bad behavior is to be rewarded, not rebuked. The birds are too busy pecking at one another to build a proper prison system! (And in the meantime, their legs remain open). Enjoy yourselves! (While the getting is good).