| let me tell you about a girl i know, she like hiphop and rock&roll. |
[08 May 2009|11:47am] |
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so i have this fucking. photo. of my mom right and she's fucking gorgeous, standing there on the rocks, waves crashing at her feet and she looks like nikola in five years and i'm going to have to break some fucking faces because no one will treat nikola like shit besides me. i don't think about her much now - college applications, entrance essays, nikola stealing my pot, broken guitar strings and angel, so fucking busy and lazy and dead and alive all the time. but whenever that photo finds its way out of my desk and onto the floor with polaroids of girls i don't remember and nikola and her stupid friend - she bats her eye lashes at me and puffs out her chest, walks around in her bikini because i'd really be interested in a fourteen year old. nikola laughs, takes another hit and passes to me because its our routine and ignores her friends best efforts to seduce me. i call her mrs. robinson. she doesn't get it. she's too young and stupid and innocent to know what i'd do to her if she was a couple years older. i wouldn't remember her. maybe i would. that fucking ugly heart tattoo on her back sticks out in my mind. it's so cheesy and disgusting. she's a child. i wonder if nikola does this with her friends' brothers and figure she doesn't because she's smart and doesn't even give the pool boy a second glance and wears sundresses when she's not out on a lounge because her body's a temple. she tells me every day when i'm scarfin down some taco bell or empanadas or sesame cookies or whatever else i can find in our house. she doesn't dare put anything like that in it. it's a lie, i take her to taco bell almost every day but i let her believe it because she's my little sister and my best friend and nothing she does will ever make that change. unless she gets a stupid heart tattoo.
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