mebonjour, salve, guten tag, hola. i'm annie, i'm 15, and sometimes i think i'm from another planet. but i'm actually just from LA.
Interestsliterature, pine trees, fresh snow, hot chocolate, interior design, history, world religion, conspiracy theories, bones, sparkling water, pink floyd, old cashmere, good music, art magazines, oceans, nice hotels, weird facts, nail varnish, male models, lemon curd, cords, cool headphones, mascara, the rocky horror picture show, lip stain, dancing, soccer, high heels, procrastinating, concerts, hummus, fresh apples, old spice, crayons, the pixies, mohawks, scarves, pecan pie
Musicaanimal collective, architecture in helsinki, arctic monkeys, art vs. science, babyshambles, bad religion, band of horses, band of skulls, bassnectar, the beach boys, the beatles, ben lee, billy idol, biggie black kids, the bloody beetroots, bob dylan, boys noize, brand new, bright eyes, cat stevens, the cat empire, the crystal method, the cure, daft punk, dead kennedys, deadmau5, dirty pretty things, dirty projectors, the doors, eels, elton john, frankie valli, the fratellis, girl talk, girls, gossip, grizzly bear, the horrors, iggy pop, iron and wine, infected mushroom, jamie t, jefferson airplane, jimi hendrix, jurassic 5, justice, the killers, the kooks, lauryn hill, the libertines, the lonely island, MIA, major lazer, metallica, mgmt, millencolin, minor threat, the misfits, moby, modest mouse, mstrkrft, muscles, n.a.s.a, the national, neon indian, nero, nirvana, of montreal, ozzy osbourne, passion pit, the panics, phoenix, pink floyd, placebo, the prodigy, queen, radiohead, rage against the machine, the ramones, the rolling stones, rusko, shwayze, simon and garfunkel, the soft pack, spoon, the strokes, surfer blood, them crooked vultures, thunderheist, tiesto, vampire weekend, violent femmes, the virgins, war on drugs, warren zevon, washed out, the white stripes, the who, wilco, wolfmother, the wombats, X, the xx, yeah yeah yeahs, 2pac, 3oh!3.
we were best friends but now we walk parallel paths that run miles away from each other. she was the genuine friend with the brown eyes. she was the only one who cried with me when I hated myself because girls and sometimes boys said words I could never handle. once she drove over when I called her in tears because my mom was dead set on tearing me down piece by piece, the drive was misty and quiet, my body was trembling. once we laid on her roof and spring was blushing and ate strawberries. we’d listen to music that changed our fragile minds for the first time. one summer, I wrote her a letter and told her how I was dizzy and wanted to die and she wrote back and her words are entwined in the deepest vines of my brain. she was the closest I’ve ever been to anyone, and now she’s far away and she’s different and I’m still broken and dizzy.
nothing I feel is beautiful, I drown in everything. I get struck by lightning and I unravel at the quietest of words and life usually leaves me on the cold bathroom floor with red eyes. familiar places close to my core hold harsh words and usually they spill over and time and time again I am forced to excavate deep to find my diamonds again. i’m that story with no hero and no savior, but this is my plead for you to sweep the dust off your elixirs. poison me with your words and sing me to sleep again