Post by Lia Bianca Starling on Oct 15, 2010 22:13:52 GMT 1
Lia Bianca Starling
>> aged nicely at 24 years
>> Owner of The Leaky Cauldron
>> wand and words are weapon of choice
>> native of England and France
GODDAMN THE LIQUOR STORE’S CLOSED (friends)
best girl friend let's get fucked up and die... i'm speaking figuratively, of course...
best guy friend like the last time i committed suicide... social suicide... yeah so
partners in crime i'm already dead on the inside, but i can still pretend with my memories
attached at the hip and photographs, i've learned to love the lie i wanna know what it's like
best friends to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent i wanna know how it feels
good friends to be useful and pertinent and have common sense... yeah let me in
average friends let me in to the club, cuz i wanna belong and i need to get strong
childhood friends and if memory serves, i'm addicted to words and they're useless
secret friends let's get fucked up and die...i'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie
drinking friends and the BMX bike of my life is about to explode, i'm about to explode
party friends i'm a mess, i'm a wreck. i am perfect, and i have learned to accept
friend-of-a-friend all my problems and short comings, because i am so visceral
fake friends i want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds...
name basis and all the things that don't get old...is it legal to do this? i surely don't know
acquainted it's the only way i have learned to express myself around other peoples'
just met descriptions of life i'm afraid i'm alone and entirely useless in this department
by reputation sister soldier you’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
never met i could repay you, but i'm hard up for cash and my memory lacks initiative
YOU SAY YOU’LL BURN THIS CITY DOWN (enemies)
bangbangbang give me a reason to end this discussion, to break with tradition to fall
hardcore and divide 'cause i hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes talking with
mutual hatred strangers waiting in line i'm through with these pills that make me sit still
i hate you and we feel like rain, when the words all sound the same in the lifeless
you hate me corners of this empty frame though we feel let down by the same old
i dislike you autumn breathing winter's curse is just around the bend with our hands
you dislike me all tied, to the blades of their design we are armed and ready to commit
mutual dislike this crime we love that game but we never play 'cause we will lose and
i scare you we wanna stay the way we are the way we've been for far too long
you scare me from false smiles to the fear of death is why the pain reminds us we’re alive
backstabber with our hopes on hold, and our lack of interest exposed, all hands damage
ex-friend but the lines are drawn, and the red begins to creep from bored to apathy
rivals say something finally we're alone alright is there anyone out there at all? say
bicker buddies something finally we're alone how 'bout a phone call now? and we feel
love/hate like rain, when the words all sound the same as the curtains close on another day
jealousy you better open the door before i take a hammer to the walls around it i cannot
annoyance let you inside my cell for fear I'll sink the ship and drag us both down our
avoidance hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in. matt makes his
indifference murderous demand: foreign films i take a stand and it's all uphill from
tolerance here, i hope. kate claims she can't depend on me for anything and i agree
COVERED IN EACH OTHERS’ WARM EMBRACE (love)
final i am wrecked, i am overblown. i'm also fed up with the common cold. but i just hate
future to say goodbye to all the metaphors and lies That have taken me years to think up
current say it's true say you like me (i like you) just for the night for me it's been eternity
in love clear and it's just as it should be my best-laid plans will build and break your heart
you crush me and as i gently sip this drink i think about my lack of future and all the places
i crushe you i could learn to fall in love i know i shouldn't waste my time wishing i’d been
mutual crush better designed, yet for some reason i still think, i am wrecked. i am overblown.
past, good i found a letter that said “i’m sorry that you were asleep when i wrote these words down"
past, bad you'd think i'd ought to be used to that by now but save for a few of those late
an arrangement episodes, missed opportunities, and "i don't cares," there’s not a lot i feel
secret obliged to share or talk about i'll have my brother stop by this saturday to pick up
makeout buddies my things, just make sure you're not there this may sound bad, don’t take
fuck buddies it the wrong way, i love you, however, you hold me down you’re the echoes of
one night stand my everything, you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night you’re
friends w/ benefits the laziness of afternoon, you're the reason why i burst and why i bloom
enemies w/ benefits how will i break the news to you? we'll talk it over after i've had some
forbidden time alone to sort it out. you hold me down, you hold me down, you hold me down
physical attraction you're the leaky sink of sentiment, you're the failed attempts I never
lust could forget you're the metaphors i can't create to comprehend this curse that i call love
flirt they carved the message deep within our broken hearts that failed to mend make out kids
on and off never had a chance to be best friends hooray for the madness, we’re better by design
I REACH FOR THE BOTTLE AND DISAPPEAR (other)
i protect you outline of a story-board with no idea head first in the shallow end i apologize
you protect me if i do not care busy hands keep swimming they don't like swallowing to the
i respect you abstract motor, "gotta make that motor hum gotta make it run." forward
you respect me seems like forever when ever is hand over hand over hand the busy hands
family keep swimming gotta make that motor hum get it over and done so much for autographs
like family so much for apologies so much for promises i never intended to keep how does it all
co-worker add up? how does the story end? i can't let go i can't pretend very, i'm so friendly
it's complicated very, i'm so halloween so this is what i wanted gotta keep those channels
mixed feelings clean and other sobering themes i'm drowning by numbers my halo is bent
roommate it's a fat fucking lie and so the abstract motor gives in - it says, at least i tried
bad influence midwest love affair i bend when i am bored, late-night-liquor-blue will lead
good influence me to the floor can we fake it? can we make believe? i'm so full of love it
stalker deeply sickens me but all i can do is close my eyes and cross my heart and hope to die
admiration 'cause you don't fucking listen when i'm around the least you could do is take it back
obsession all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks 'cause I can't fucking stand it when you're
emotional support around midwest aftermath the rumors start to rise did i truly do the things
other what i consider fun but all i can do is close my eyes and cross my heart and hope to die
