punkunicorn27

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to the stars by DearPoetry, literature

Literature

to the stars

I’ve got this arrow curled around my finger like Apollo’s heart & your nicknames engraved on the inside of my lungs. I don’t want to write pretty little stanzas or pick at the seams of your poetry like some deadbeat psychology major - I want to scribble profanities all over everything; shoot down your moon & wear her like a charm around ink stained wrists. I want to take you to the stars, & leave you there.

About punkunicorn27

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Artist // Student

Dec 15
United States
Deviant for 12 years
She / Her

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My Bio

Hi my names sarah. I LOVE daft punk, danger, LIGHTS, deadmau 5, and Skrillex. I'm a huge fan of all the hunger games books. Most of the time I do fan art and I know I don't have a lot of stuff on here but I'm working on uploading my computers kinda well crapy. Sorry if I don't post for a week or so it's either technical difficulties or I'm focusing on one website at a time. Follow me on Instagram same user just without the 27. :D thanks

Favourite Visual Artist

harper collins

Favourite Movies

Avatar, The devil Inside, Terminator, Terminator2, Labarinth, and my absolute fav Chronicle

Favourite TV Shows

My Little Pony, Walking Dead, and The IT Crowd.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Coldplay, Maroon Five, LIGHTS, Deadmau5, Daft Punk, Skrillex, Gorillaz, Ours, Paramore, greenday, Amanaguchi, Bloody Beatroots, Cobra Starship, M83, Dada Life, Death Cab for Cutie, Ellie Golden, Evanescene, Florance + The Machine, andFoo Fighters

Favourite Books

the night circus , abarat , and the hunger games.

Favourite Writers

susan collins

Other Interests

I play alot of sports soccer, volley ball, and track, I also play Flute and Bass Guitar.

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punkunicorn27

Mar 28, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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I had a rope knotted to that dock once, that day someone came along and convinced me to tie that knot so tight till my hands bled. Then the next day while at the dock I noticed on my trusty dry washed sails a tear in the fabrics well woven tapestry. I had to fix it, so I did I found some needles and I decided it was time to mend, so I wove and I wove so tightly along that hem. Eventually the dock keeper came and said "your rented area over there, I know you love it but you shall no longer rest in this dock I'm so sorry". Then I exclaimed "sir you promised me that I owned this part of these waters". He said hesitantly with a small distant glin