Saturday, March 8, 2014

God, oh God, I would immerse myself in whiskey and pills if I thought it would make any difference.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013 Wednesday, June 12, 2013

boogeywoman:

ggghoul:

I recently bought a new camera so I  am giving away my nikon d3100

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  • you don’t have to follow me
  • I will ship to anywhere!
  • I  will pick someone at random

I will pick the winner on the 27th June, good luck! :)

So, my Nikon was stolen a month ago. It was this exact one. Sending out an SOS. 

Saturday, June 8, 2013

romanticized cure

inject me with my romanticized cure,

my enemy of a lover.

dance throughout my veins, my ghost,

dance for me, dance so i can plummet into slumber.

cut me open, rearrange my insides,

i’d like to be pretty there, as well. 

you say she was a real girl, 

ah, but i’m made of metal and thorns. 

i only know how to chase my dragon,

i only know how to seduce my poppy seed lover.

bipolarbacon:

we fail to realize
that not all flowers
bloom during daytime,
not all things grow 
from sunlight

at times, warmth 
fails to nourish life,
and the darkness
gives comfort to those
hidden in the shadows

through brutal blows
of the night wind,
and the unforgiving
blindness under
the night sky,
we sometimes fail
to see the good
from deep sorrow.

Cutting the blue wire.

aclockworkplum:

It’s another day of not enough coffee, too many cigarettes, and pretending I’m a bomb expert when I attempt to disconnect my brain from my heart before everything explodes.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Sickness

Ashes, lace, dollar bills

"D’ya have five?"

"Miss, I believe you’re mine tonight."

Yours. Everyone’s.

Metal kisses, paper heart

Turn you to a cigarette butt, fall through my fingers, let the ground collect you

A million yous

Sickness pumps through my shaking hands

Viruses burning my nerves

Disgust lingers in the air

Think you’re different? They all do

Lungs running the race to collapse

"I’m winning! I’m winning!"

Put my face on, daily routine

New night, New you

I’m Amber. I’m tired and I’m what some may call an “old soul”. I’ve been writing since before I could write. I’m completely bonkers, one day I’ll  convince myself that it’s okay. I exist for my art. Music, writing, photography, and film. All these things makes my heart do jumping jacks, keep the blood pumping through my veins. My brain does things strangely, I’m not quite sure if I ever had a chance to be your average bear. My fingers ache to tap along the keys of a typewriter, to hit the shutter button on my Polaroid. I like being new places and one day I hope to call the road my only home. Surfin’ couches, followin’ the wind every morning. Never Shout Never is my favorite band. Other bands I adore are Nirvana, The Cramps, The Doors, Bright Eyes, The Beatles, Elvis Presley, Pink Floyd, The Smiths, Grateful Dead, and many others. 

Friday, May 17, 2013

notebookescapeartist:

She hummed
her lyrics because
she’s too shy to sing them
creating songs in her head when
she’s simply too modest to share them
mumbling her feelings for fear of being seen
and I often say “she” when I’m too shy to say me

waltzingbeneaththestars:

I want to overdose on your X’s and O’s

                                                          Tic-tac-toe three on the row