Revel in the Chaos.
Smoke Weed.
Drink Tea.
Take Baths.
Make Art.
Read Books.
I post offensive shit sometimes, if you can handle it, you can handle me.
little things begin to happen. You stop looking both ways before you cross the street, you start answering the door before asking who’s there.You don’t hold on to the railing when you go down the escalator, you don’t buckle your seatbelt. You play with matches. You smoke, and breath it in,…
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Christmas is ruined
I didn’t think I fucked up that bad, obviously I did something. I think this will be the last Christmas I actually celebrate till I have children of my own. I can’t deal with the stress and anxiety of not having my father around anymore, or just getting shit on for having as many tattoos and piercings as I do, I’m wearing shorts to this stupid Christmas party and you can fuck off if you don’t like my leg pieces. And my gauges, yeah, I realize you can see through my ears, and stick a couple fingers in there, no need to tell me every year how fucked up they are, or that they’ll never shrink. I obviously knew this when I started stretching them. Just Leave. Me. Alone.
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I’ve decided.
Since every relationship has a celebrity hall pass type deal, Hunter Moore, be mineeee. ;D
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I’m so ready
To leave this town, to forget everyone here, and to never look back. I wish it could be that easy, shit talking bitches. I don’t do shit but work and sleep, but you still find it your business to dig up my past.
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