I live for when I can retreat into my head, and dance with ponnies there. I love solitude and silences and great darkness and scattered starry skies.. . I live for when I can fly on my purple wings and dance with purple ponnies.
Am impulsive, I say what I mean but dont follow through, because most of the time I wont mean it a few seconds later. Words are my weapons and my armour I use then randomly, to build my walls or tear down someone else’s. Am a random junkie, am weird, am a dog lover. But nothing pleases me more, than flying on my purple wings and dancing with my purple ponnies.
Am a lazy contradiction, I belive I can conquer the world but make no effort to, I am the most insecure confident woman I know. I dance on clouds in my head but beat my self up for silly mistakes. I think I deserve the world but be suspicious when he offers it to me. But I do, I do , I do long, to fly on purple wings and dance with purple ponnies.