The Ocelot who Loved Wolves: Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter ...

demisexual biromantic,
basically the grey halfway point between amoral and heterosexual;

supporting gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, & transgendered rights.

I speak better than I write. Emotionally UNSTABLE. Hard to handle. Shy. Introverted. I love sad art. Seconds from crumbling. love TOO LITTLE or love TOO MUCH. From a scale of 1 to over-trusting, I am pretty damn hard hearted.

Bookworm, Adrenaline junkie, devastatingly a hopeless romantic, Realist & a Dreamer; never a realistic dreamer, Polytheist.
I haven’t made enough mistakes. Am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with questionable intentions. Worshipper of stars. Flower child born in the wrong century. My future will never be tied to someone who thinks they can control me. VERY impatient.

Survival Secret:

It’s always darkest before the dawn.
Don’t let darkness convince you otherwise.

I over-analyze everything, constantly looking for the deeper meaning. Fuck anything that doesn’t make you happy. Get bored with new toys very easily, and throw them away just as fast.
Raindrop chaser. In the large world of my little mind. In utter and complete wanderlust. Wallflower; see things, notice them, but don't say anything. Rebel imagination. Night owl. Secretive and endlessly vulnerable. Completely out of touch with reality. Tattoos and piercings fanatic. Truth to be told, I could care less. I'm the hero of my own story; I do not need to be saved.

Wide awake at night, sleepy during the day. Simple in the most complicated way. Sometimes I don’t want to be alive. Too caught up with all the grey thoughts in my broken head. Lost not wandering. Physically okay; emotionally ruined.I’ve been told by those closest to me that I am a bitch.
Hope for the best and expect the worst. I act like shit doesn’t phase me but my insecurities could eat me alive. Live for rainy morning, window seats, and starlit nights. I am neither ladylike, nor am I manly. I'm something else together, there are so many different ways to be beautiful.

Be there for me and I’ll stand by you no matter how hard the nights get. Trying to be a better person but wouldn’t give a fuck if you’re offended. I could tell you everything about me and you still wouldn’t know me. Full of questionable desires. Secretly falling apart. I’m scared of expressing my feelings, so I keep everything bottled inside. In a lot of ways, I hate myself. Perfectly destroyed.

Quote to live by:

Karma is a bitch; Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want done to you.

The Ocelot who Loved Wolves

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter ...

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