orangeheart

my hair is something gorgeous & frightening from charlie's angels. there are scratches all up+down my right forearm for no reason i can remember. secretly under my clothes my body is screaming about joan jett + the blackhearts.

i will know who you are yet / i will know who you are yet
[the mountain goats]

every few seconds, distressingly intermittently, this computer makes a little squeak-ish, whirr-ish sound. i wish i were curled up at home.