I've really been feeling myself lately. I just really feel the need to get this out. But I mean, literally, I love feeling the way my body feels. I love the warmth of my hands. The softness of my skin. I'm finally at a point where I'm not ashamed of my body. Of course there's the cliche "I could be better" but I think I'm fucking hot. I think I'm beautiful, inside and out. And I wanna let myself shine, I wanna let myself fly. I deserve it. I've never felt this way before, but I really do deserve everything I can give myself. I am capable of so much. And I fucking deserve it all.
repping my fav beer 🍻
Slipping cigarettes Slipping in and out of time With nothing but a one track mind Watching all my thoughts unwind While I fall more and more behind
Every day seems to get a little more rough A little more tough With calloused knees and broken dreams What I offer just isn’t enough
To make a break To keep from breaking my spirit Pushing past my limits Spilling lines and spitting lyrics I’ve just got to make it one more day Just think of one more way To make things right and make it far See my name in lights like a shining star
Fun day with this cutie aamanda-rae
i don’t know what to do
i can feel my bones cracking
my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch
of happiness, of breath,
of even the smallest movements i have
that remind me of you
because how could i ever forget
no matter what decision i try to make
no matter how much i try to fake
it just through the day
and i can taste what i ate this morning
and i can feel the tug on my back
and i can feel your pull on me from every side
i can feel you in my chest like i want to spit you up
and hold you so close at the same time
and i can’t sleep anymore
and sometimes i can’t even breathe
because you keep me there
in another world like i’m not really here
like i never have to sleep or breathe and
i can just be with you
growing like a rose
god, how could you let it be this close?
if you were really there why?
why would you give me this decision to make
to turn me into a murderer
make me into some torturer
of my own body and my own self care
just know you’ll always be a special one
you’ll always be my number one
my first, my always in debt
my knot around my finger so i never forget
but i can feel my body beneath me crumbling
i can feel my words fumbling
making the wrong things come out
making me scream and shout
when i don’t want to anymore
i don’t want to fight anymore
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner is for beginners. You ain't even know.
today I turn 27, but here's a funny video of me last year on my birthday dying for a second. 💨