The name is Cara. Tell me your secrets. I am the love child of Joe Strummer and Sylvia Plath, from Bomb City, Oklahoma. At a mere nineteen years old, I am the product of confusion. I am weary of most, close to few. I live my life wrapped in lace and literature, collecting hearts, memories, and strange jewelry. I've got this obsession that runs deep, and it is German made. I most certainly am not just another girl with a Beetle. This blog is a collection of things that inspire me. From cars to creep show antics, there is never a dull moment. Every day I pride myself in becoming a stronger woman and this is a reflection of that. None of the photos are mine unless stated otherwise.
When I get upset about having to sleep alone, I sleep with my bedroom door open.
Stick n poke queen. Inverted cross on my foot. #traincore (Taken with instagram)
Tonight we are going to play music outside of bars with just married signs and make money. I love my #traincore crew. (Taken with instagram)
So we go hide our cars and skate around parking garages. My long board missed me.
I let taylor Germs burn me last night. Ouch. (Taken with instagram)
Woke up pissed, drunk, and covered in glitter. (Taken with instagram)
First day on the bar today. Wish me luck and stuff. (Taken with instagram)
Everything is going to be covered in coal. If that doesn’t up our punx, nothing ever will.
