"Got a couple skeletons in my closet, a couple of skeletons in my bed, a couple of skeletons in my wallet, a couple of skeletons in my head."
Lily.
Single but probably not interested.
I know I look young, it'll serve me well in the years to come, Hey Mrs. Robinson.
Inked & pierced.
Writer.
Soul Searcher.
Wild but free.
Smoker
"I love freaks I don't care if you're a wild one. I, I'm not the prettiest you've ever seen but I have my moments, I have my moments. I'm not the flawless one I've never been, but I have my moments, I have my moments."
I don't do "hook-ups" if you catch my interest, I'd rather grow with you; not under you.
If you like intelligent chats, hit me up.
I talk a lot (blame the Gemini sign if you want) If you can't keep up or don't like it, don't waste my time or yours.
I'm currently feeling the song Memory of You by Feed Her To The Sharks.
Before I forget: if there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood or an invisible man sleeping in your bed, don't call the Ghostbusters or the Winchesters; call me. I ain't afraid of no ghost---just human interaction for the most part.
"I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's dress, I'm a smile on every criminal you'll ever acquit; I'm the things you've done that you'll never admit, because one hand is on the bible & the other's in s**t."
**If you message me, please please catch my interest! Don't just send "hey" & that's it. It's quite alright if you're shy or awkward, but slip that in so I know that's why it's short. I really enjoy messages with substance to them. Teach me something new, recommend a band you'd think I like, tell me about yourself, share your most embarrassing moment with me & make me laugh. Anything like that if you message me & I'll be sure to give back something of substance.** Sidenote: It's too bad that I am having to put this here, considering we are all supposedly adults on this site but apparently some of you haven't emotionally grown up past fourteen. If you message me & I don't reply within a few days please keep in mind I am fairly busy (even if it seems I am logged in) OR it could be I am not interested in talking to you. Either way, if you message me more than once & then proceed to call me a "bitch" & that I am "blocked" because I was either too busy to reply or just didn't want to, which is shocker, MY CHOICE that just gives me more justification on why I never replied back to you. Sorry guys & gals, not everyone will be able to talk to you or even want to. I've messaged people on here before & they've not replied back, you don't see me calling them nasty names & blocking them. If I don't want to talk to you or I am too busy that doesn't make me a bitch or mean I deserve to be blocked. What's a block going to do anyway? We already aren't communicating lmao. You're petty & childish & just proved to me that you didn't deserve my time anyways. So have fun with that.
Someone once told me to shake everyone's hand while wearing a velvet glove, but to keep a razor blade between my knuckles for those who misbehaved.
"I find it odd that your twitter page is private, you got two phones, one of them stays silent. Now, who the f**k is calling in the middle of the night? (hello?) They hanging up when I pick up, I'm about to grab my knife."
*I will randomly change this below portion because I have a lot of stories. So if you enjoy them, check back every so often!*
Short story: I haven't updated this in a bit. Sorry! Here we go: I call this one The Time My-Then-Boyfriend Was Cheating On Me.
We've all most likely been there, the person we loved, liked & were loyal to decides to betray us in the worst way possible. This is my story. I'd been dating Eric for over a year when he got invited to a co-worker's wedding. I declined to go because weddings just---I don't f**king like weddings okay? He understood & I felt I could trust him; we don't need to be attached at the hip. Now, some mutual good friends of ours were also going to the same wedding on account his best friend at the time worked at the same company. It wasn't long before I started hearing that a young woman who was a friend of the bride's had been asking our mutual friends "if Eric was single or not" because apparently they'd been flirting the entire night. Granted, I was going through a rough patch with him at the time but we were still very much together. Our friends had more respect for me than my own f**king boyfriend did, imagine that, they told her he wasn't single & much to her credit she told my then-boyfriend that whatever was there wasn't going to be on account that he had a girlfriend. This didn't stop him apparently from continuing to text her & flirt with her & wear her down. I found out that he was doing this because the asshole had the balls to come to my apartment, sit next to me on the sofa & text her. With that goofy ass grin you get when you're talking to someone you have a crush on or want to f**k. So I knew all his "it's just my sister babe." was bulls**t. I ended up grabbing his phone & read outloud: "Just wait until she falls asleep baby, I'll call you." & looked at him & said "I guess you're into incest huh? Your sister my f**king ass! This is the woman you met at the wedding isn't it?" He wouldn't even look at me, he couldn't even look at me LOL. I ended up whipping his smartphone out of the living room window, which my apartment is on the third floor, face down to the pavement below as hard as I could. I know that s**t shattered. He freaked out about it yelling "You f**king broke it!" to which I replied: "All is fair in love & war, an eye for an eye, a broken phone for a broken heart. Now, you can Spider-Man your way down or be a normal man & walk the f**k out of my apartment & get it. It's over." That's how you handle it. I mean to be fair breaking your cheating partner's s**t isn't always cool but it can feel damn good. Also, I guess I didn't have to do anything because karma got his ass good. She cheated on him, got pregnant with another dude's baby & broke his heart. Eric, if you ever somehow read this: f**k you.
"don't be a fool for the city nights, I know it's cool but it's only light. Baby, with you I could never lie, don't go chasing all the headlights."
