Oh, Roxannee ♥.
on the face of it,

i'm kooky.


like a coffin nail ;



i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped. arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me.

11:01 PM, Alligator Tears Cried Over You.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010


Buried in my yard
A letter to send to you
And if I forget
Or god forbid die too soon
Hope that you'll hear me
Know that I wrote to you.

On the night I die
I swear I'll sleep outside your window
I feel the knife going in
I'm feeling anxious
Not enough to kill me
I thought it'd happen fast
But I'm feeling it now and I feel anxious
Sleeping inches from me
I let it pass
Baby, should I stop?

Everything I say, I say to me first

Everything I do, I do to me first
So what I lied, I lied to me too
So what I lied, I lied to me too.

If you're taken I am yours
I'm up and doing circles
I'm taken, I am yours
I'm up and doing circles
I collapse I collapse I collapse



hi i've never really liked two persons at one time,

because it's kinda against one of my philosophies in life.
but well, i think i have fallen utterly in love with the both of you,
yes, both tegan and sara quin.
so please do hurry up and come to singapore?
i mean, if there's a fucking age-limit to your gig or whatever, i'd fucking sneak in. okay?

"Slow it down, you have a tendency to rush back into your past."