my witness is the empty sky

Alicia Sean. 19. Queer. Feminist. Atlanta. Taken.
Psychology and Women's Studies Major at Georgia State University.

I live for music, laughter, knowledge, love. I am who I am and I do what I want--and frankly my dears, I just don't give a fuck.

the blog I dedicated to my beautiful girl.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
-Jack Kerouac.

"I am a forest and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."
-Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

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I really fucking hate myself for letting you in this much sometimes.

especially when we fight, because it fucking hurts. because I’m always the bad guy. everything I do is wrong, you’ll never see things from my point of view, you’re a fucking angel sent from fucking heaven that is never fucking wrong or overdramatic or immature. 

you can’t treat me like this. it’s not fair. grow the fuck up and learn to fucking deal with shit. I’m not going to apologize and wave a white flag after every disagreement just so we can move on. I can’t deal with your stubborn, everything’s black and white bullshit. the world’s in full fucking color sweetheart. it’s time to start seeing it that way.