你好! Bonjour! こんにちは! Madinn mhath! I'm Elizabeth (but most call me Lizzie). 18. I dance in public places, and read lots of weird and fantastic books. The internet is my godmother. Pop culture junkie/geek. Cat lover. IGGPPC member for life. Future UNC Asheville student. Enter my slightly weird, but definitely amazing, life.
"Not all those who wander are lost." -J.R.R. Tolkien
When he tells you to unbutton your shirt, do it slowly. Remember that champagne is stronger than it tastes. Dig in the dirt with the fingernails you grew out to scratch his back. Sacrifice worms and grasshoppers but light a candle in their honor. Act more drunk than you actually are. Get more drunk than you intend to. Stop imagining your teeth becoming ungummed. Stop imagining your hair becoming uprooted. You are not a tree. You are not a star. You are not a bird. You cannot sing. Sing in the car, with the windows rolled down. Ask him to grow his hair long enough for you to pull. Scratch the hair on his belly to wake him up in the morning. Stop wishing he would love you. Drink two liters of water a day. When your lips split, apply chapstick. Soak in the bathtub until the water is cold. Quit reading books about love. Quit wanting love like the kind in books. Quit buying tea cups and old records and knee high socks. When he asks you to bend over, push him down. When he offers you something sweet, lick a lime. Spite him. Tell no one. Dye your hair pink. Pierce your face. When he asks why you are crying, tell a joke. When he asks why you are crying, laugh. When he asks why you are crying, leave.