28 June 2014
28 June 2014
We just all need more of that "don't give a fuck" attitude. What does anything matter if you can change your entire life around? You are in control, not some blue guy with twelve arms, or Jesus Fucking Christ. Feel the friction from the warm Play-Dough glide across you hands, fingers, edges, and curves melting into the life in your dreams. Home is where the heart, spirit, and soul dance and grind to the groove of your own heartbeat. With the body of nomad, never tied down to worry or getting stuck in a rut. If it's not what makes you happy, it wasn't meant to be. Pack up, and move on. No need for guilt, just no wasted time when you could be improving yourself. Or, snorting Molly.
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Night
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Starlight
Sometimes the stars remind me How lonely I can really be With skies length greater Than arms reach to me But twinkle, twinkle starlight This lonely child of night Next time you're feeling dark Remember even the moon shines at night Crescent state of mind With silent lips of mine Let go of that fear, my dear It's time for you to shine
Blunts.
Blunts or joints?
You should join our gang in the garden. Sacrifice your friends, we should be your only friends
Spotify could become a dating app where it matches you with a person who listens to the same songs as you.
i'm an open book but some of my pages have glued together it's like I can feel the blood beating out of my veins while your fingerprint fades away
and every break up song I could ever write has already been written because all the love I've ever felt has been cliché  that fit something out of a show or fairytale  or movie (that didn't have a happy ending) and those stories you were taught as a child about stereotypes and the who's who what am I supposed to do when things can get so construed  and I have no way of reading anymore and every story seems to have the same ending while we all stretch and bend the truth and the things we hold inside while blurry thoughts misguide or help to get out what's on our mind next day, back to the same old grind
with heavy hands and a mind with wings let's see what a new day brings
i can't believe it's been two years. every time i wake up in the middle of the night, i wish you were there like how we used to stay up for hours getting lost in conversations. you were always who i came to when i needed someone to listen, or when i just wanted to share something. and i like to think i was always there for you even though i didn't know you as long as everyone else. i miss you more and more each day that passes and i will never forget the impact you had on my life.
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