If I were a prositute, I would call myself Star and wear lots of glitter makeup. I would light up even the darkest nights with my pale skin. Sometimes I would wear bright red lipstick that never wants to stay on my lips. I would sleep in late then haunt thrift stores looking for the perfect miniskirt to show the scarred memories on my inner thighs. I might even dye my hair black and cut my bangs short. And I would never worry about getting hurt because stars aren't meant to feel, only shine.
Because I'm feeling patheticly poetic this morning.
the new layout, just by the way. teehee
Because I'm feeling patheticly poetic this morning.


