You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I will rise.

31.8.11

This Could Be Anywhere in the World


"The streets are in distress. The sound suffocates behind darkened skies. The grass is growing on top of my feet. I'm sinking; it won't be long until before I'm too deep to run. The line up seems endless... underneath the salvation signs."

Dallas Green; the man behind it all. My hero. My inspiration. My saviour. Without his music, I don't even think I'd be here.

Thank you Alexisonfire for enlighting me with this brilliant song.

Outside Looking In

My name's Stephania. I'm a redhead. I like to play my music loud. I hate being alone. I care about what people think. I fear judgement. I have loved ones. I have loved ones who I despise. I hate public transport. I can't swim. I never sleep in. Pessimist. I say sorry when I don't have to. I'm a hippie. I like to watch the people around me. I get discouraged easily. I trip on flat surfaces. Ironically, I adore dancing. I live for certain people. I don't choose my words wisely. I've made mistakes. I've been hurt repeatedly. I sometimes can't look in the mirror. I smile even when I don't mean it. I'm fragile. I try to protect myself. I talk too much. I'm extremely stubborn. I seem like a mess. I am one.