Hi, Kyla here. Im finding out who i am, or adleast trying to. Im a kind person and a good listener. I adore my family and I love animals. I exist behind my keyboard. Paranoia haunts me. I love easily but i know it will eventually all blow up in my face. Through it all I try to stay positive when i feel like im destined to fail. I put others before myself, i like making others happy. Maybe I'll regret you but for now i want to be your new victim.
some other things i love:
- lovely kiss that no sees
- dramatic kiss everyone sees
- music
- chocolate
- vampires
- movies
- books
- meeting bands
- starbucks
- fruit
- ren fairs
- highland games
- lenore
- black and white photography
- art
- snapples
- pillows
- jelly belly's
- foamy
- computer games
- masquerade masks
- thunderstorms
- vitamin water
- black
- passion
- my cats
- rat pack
- making collages
- Donald O Conner
- cross stitch
- old fashion romance
- my dog
- bunny suicide comics
- jeff dunham
- observing people
- buddah
- cheese
- chocolate milk
- saying the word "fuck"
- olive garden
- going to the movies
- feeling of being in love
- Gene Kelly
- Mcminnimams in oregon
- criminal justice class
- wine
- leavenworth WA
- writing
- House MD
- audrey hepburn
- france
- alice and wonderland
- d&d
- ireland
- family guy
- sex, sex and sex!!
- animals
- rain
- seaside OR
- coloring my hair
- boating on the puget sound
- apples to apples
- veggies
- disney
- post secrets
- Seattle WA
~i want to wake up naked next to you,
kissing the curve of your clavicle ~
~What I want is to be needed.
What I need is to be indispensable to somebody.
Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention.
Somebody addicted to me.
A mutual addiction.~
~You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation.
You slip it on when you meet a stranger.
You dance all night, then you throw it away.
The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.~
~The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.~
~I love the way you’d roll
excuses off the tip of your tongue
as I slowly and quietly fall apart ~
~I hope I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips and how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips~
~What kind of circus is this?? what kind of fools are we??~
