Some fanart of the beautiful, Jenna Jameson. Just simply stunning, beautiful and completely amazing in my eyes..
Must accept that I am not a 7 year old little girl but most certainly a 35 year old #MAN
The little girl has been trapped inside, since age seven. She isn't biological made being whom exists. #shedoeshavescholarsthough
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Head case.
The truth is I cannot sleep
It feels as though I'm in trouble
Trouble that's too deep
So what I do is just keep my repeat
And pretend it's all fine
When this is ALL I have to pass time.
All the colors I see don't match a thing
Mixed and not bright but subdue
No blues, just grey over me
Stuck in the middle not able to move
Try to escape this feeling, my heart beats
Beating and pounds in my chest
It is very overwhelming, too much stress
I want to run and forget the rest
I'm stuck as the lightning strikes
Rain falls and I am still awake
Thunder rolls while I do the same
Toss and turn in this bed
Sadly, this is what goes on in my head.
Written on: November 29th, 2016.
#thisonesspiritanimal thanks a million, BAM!
#silentfilmera #colormebandw #isaidnomoreselfies #butikeepsmiling so I love one happy #liifeeeeeeee 😁✂🔪🔮 (at Lake Charles, Louisiana)
Where I'm from, broken
Broken homes sealed late
Twice removed but not forgot
They were man and a woman
Those became were the offspring
Six with three female, three male
Along the grandchildren bring
More family name and genes
Mainly females amongst tribe
The one who bare nine months
They carry control over life to
Occur, once they start their
Own. This family tree
Is woven thick, true
And traditional taught.
They are where I'm from.
"MOUNCE."
#ParisHilton.. "cruciferous"
#ActiveAwarenessArt
They said, "Exercise Not Required"
They shall, incorporate: 'Cross Fit' for personal assistant with #LCLA to kept thy thrive alive.. #RedBubbleArtist to go entice with these variables, as seen.
We were, always.
Memory dating back to elations due
The missing fragment fore future pressings
Cold the heat that would entail a spark
Remembering what was a lavish connection
Two that intertwined to a bonding's bellowing
Dashing the adventures given whole-heartly
A rode till death kind of dualism
The bond didn't stick until returned
Never a lost to hope for what was then
The total of tidewaves that splashed life
Soaked with experiences of only ours
They were our moments made mentally.
Imprint for life the aftermath.
Two were one, entirely affected.
Always, we were.