I must be gone and live or stay and die..

About me

oh hey, If you FOLLOW ME, ill follow you ;)

Hm.. About me? Well let's see, my name is rather unimportant. It's just another label attempting to confine me in a box. If you must know I guess you could say I'm 17 years of age, but my heart and mind can be both older and younger, wiser and more immature. I do not like labeling my sexuality. I like what I like. I like who I like. I want to be treated well as well as treat a partner well. I want honest, real, true love. If the person that I end up being with happens to turn out male or female honestly doesn't matter to me. So if you'd like to confine me, I guess you could say I'm a 17 year old female, who happens to be a 50/50 bisexual -(that means I like boys and girls equally). I'm Jamaican, English and Scottish. I'm currently unattached, but try telling my heart that.. I express myself through words. That's how I am, how I've always been. Pictures are great, but I can't seem to get what I see in my mind to match with what my hands put on paper, so I describe it with words. I live tattoos and piercings. I have one - soon to be three tattoos. I have seven piercings. You could say I'm smart, but I lack common sense and will power over things I convince myself I need or want. Even when I know I deserve better. I'm a bitch, if you fuck me over. Otherwise, I'm just extremely shy and awkward. But! I'm nice, genuinely nice, I care about everyone and everything, perhaps too much? I over think which tends to make me good to talk to because I can picture almost any circumstance and try to help you with the best of my abilities. I will answer anything honestly but only if you ask :)


'if a boy plays with your head, he's clearly not good with body parts"


In love when I ask for a look, what is deeply unsatisfying and always futile, is that you never look at me, from where I see you. Sometimes I wish I was the weather. You'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when the sun would set, I could watch you, watching me. However, shouldn't we hold out for the person that not only tolerates our little quirks but actually likes them even if it means having to go through people that are wrong for you first? Even while knowing that that's how it should be, its like.. Sticks and stones are hard on bones aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.. No one enjoys being ignored. If your ignoring someone right meow, please stop. End the games. Give in. Tell that person everything you really want to say. Tell them how you really feel about them. Especially if you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true..


"Maybe when you stop defining your identity by how you are different from other people and instead just focus on being yourself, you won't think like that anymore." Do yourself a favor, be yourself. Put the fear of how others may perceive you behind. It's deeply unsatisfying losing yourself in an attempt to please everyone, especially when it makes you miserable. It's your life, you live it.

• Ask me anything

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