bec parsons

I want to dip my hair in blue dye :)

unconditional

isnt this all what we want,

but somehow never get.

can't get enough

your projection ashes are burning.

repetitive routine

i hate my room
i hate being alone
i hate how i work any chance i get to not be here
i hate this place
i hate everything about you
and i hate how i just cant leave

here we go

Here we go
We can fly away
to our rave paradise
you and i can stay
with the stars on fire
in our magical world

almost

I almost lost myself,
and i have to admit, it scared me.

heytherepolarbear

shotsshotsshotsshotsshotsshotsshotsshotsshotsshotsshots

fuck

"You mention love and suddenly everyone starts thinking, really thinking, about who they are, what they are and how they are. It's like love is a force that defines us, constructs the insides of our bodies. And maybe love isnt an emotion, or a product of the media or a chemical in our bodies, but an animal instinct, a motivation. However love brings people together and can fuck you over just as hard."

how did this all fucken happen

how did so many lives get fucked on

its all bullshit

smoke and choke

old habits die hard

solid souls

Beauty is power like money is power like a gun is power.

Generic Trash

until the late hours of the night

I've decided that next party, i'm bringing the sparklers!

sexroom

"I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love, but it was just this long long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it's just about getting off. Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love."

blahblahblah

I talk shit

but why notttt

ooooooh

its a little creepy

but i like it :)

what can you do

I work so hard, but you just tell me to work harder.

Because nothing will ever be good enough for you.

because i take drugs
and i lie
and i smoke

you dont like the person i have become,
and sometimes neither do i.

and..

noone's going to be proud of you

unless your proud of yourself

smoke me out of hell

we are all a little broken
we're all a little damaged
we're all a little twisted
we're all less than what we could be
or want to be

wasted sunlight

Passing the time in my room alone

Popping

Yes it's on and poppin
Yes the partys rockin
Yes the cutie shockin
Yes and there ain't no stoppin

Ring-a-Ding-Ding

haha

Year 8.

Sweet, innocent.

No makeup.

happy birthday!

You were probably the only real best friend i ever had.
It's a little strange how i can walk straight past you now without even saying Happy Birthday.
How much has changed in just a year.

noone's home

Valentine

Happy Valentines Day

Time to go to the movies

and watch other romantic couples make out.

yay!!!

nostalgia

Just a few pretty things.

time to leave

Once again, you kept me in this house.
I really dont know how much longer i can do this for.
Realistically, you have just shown me everything two people shouldnt do.
I know i could be worse off,
but too much time with you makes me hate you even more.

chaos

In the end we are only half-sisters,

we can't always get along.

saturday

everything always seems a little better in the morning.

We are all haunted and haunting.

don't even try

don't tell me what to do.

don't tell me what i shouldnt do.
don't tell me to smoke less.
I do what i want.
because i would rather live a short and fun life
then a boring and healthy long one.

and dont you know it.