Saturday, August 18, 2012


yuppie liberal woman —

yuppie liberal woman, with your posters and your signs -
raise your voice,
stamp your feet,
don't fall into the lines:

yuppie liberal woman,
with your makeup and your mic:
if you wear a short skirt you're asking for sex,
if you wear jeans, then you're a dyke.

yuppie liberal woman,
protest injustice, fuck the man -
you'll promote peace with two fingers and colored mist,
coming from the spray can.

all we need is love, you'll scream
and people will listen,
you'll reach them - it'll seem

all we need is hope, you'll yell
but are they really listening?
only time will tell

yuppie liberal woman, with your causes in a row
you'll never be taken seriously with your hair up in a bow.
remove the ribbon,
add a suit,
then what is left, that's at the root?
a bitch, they'll yell
with eyes-ablaze
for even in these modern days,
you can't get by with just your thoughts
your hopes, your fights, your dreams
for even in these modern times,
it's sad, but so it seems,
you're never quite what they all want,
you're always too fat, always too gaunt.

yuppie liberal woman, 
you can try, and try, and try.
yuppie liberal woman,
raise your voice up to the sky.
yuppie liberal woman - FIGHT,
and don't stop, though names they yell.

BITCH
CUNT
SLUT

They're all just words.
Affecting you? No way.

yuppie liberal woman i believe that you can save the day.

all we need is love, you'll scream
and people will listen,
you'll reach them - it'll seem

all we need is hope, you'll yell
but are they really listening?
only time will tell.

rookie dust


rookie mag is my favorite website in the world. ever. 

...ever...

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these pictures make me want to dye my hair blue, buy a vw and ride
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me, my breasts, and i


me, my breasts, and i  —


my breasts are my friends, 
they're my beauty and my beasts!
and if no one else likes them,
i love them at least.

my breasts grow everyday - a bit of a troubling thought,
but you have to be happy with what you have got!

if my breasts were size a, or even size b,
i suppouse i would beg for a c, or a d!

my breasts cause me great annoyance -
they're too big! it's their bouyance! 
they jiggle when i run, 
and they jiggle when i sneeze,
my breasts jiggle even when i beg them, don't please!

but my breasts are quite lovely,
they're loud and they're proud!
and i must admit by breasts help me stand out in the crowd.

my breasts peek out from my top, just a bit of a tease -
my breasts make grown men beg!
"CAN I SEE THEM? OH, PLEASE!!"

some men say the nakedness of woman is the best work of God,
but like all ladies i have some big problems with my bod.
my left breast is smaller - just a bit - than the right,
and fitting my d's in a sports bra can be a bit of a fight.
my breasts they have stretch marks - they grew just too speedy,
and my breasts get the best of me, they make me a tad greedy -
i want the best for my breasts:
silk and lace bras,
white lingerie,
but the money i spend is just not okay!

my breasts are my friends,
they're with me day, dawn, and night -
my breasts are my friends,
and i think that's alright!

sketches and messes


what began as me reading nylon mag with a pen in my hand, ended with me doodling a hot mess sketch...



inspiration, for the start


why, hello there. 

this girl found some lovely photographs on the interweb today...





welcome to daisy junkie, everyone.