I'm not funny, I think I'm slightly crazy. Here is my shity blog. I'm apprenticing to be a tattoo artist, sex is baller, I want more tattoos, and I'd love a joint right now. cigarettes are god
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This blog is verbal diarrhea for those strong stomached people. Im unforgiving, and don't really have a clue what im doing. Im insane.
Fuck, So I hate everything. Basically, Your are not original, I'm not original. Yet I want to be. I hate hipster yet maybe their cool. I hate my blog, it sucks dick! I try to be all, "anti-sheep" fuck that but I love buying shit to become an impossible perfect. I hate everyone, but I want people to acknowledge me. I hate life, but I don't want to die. I hate money but i want it all. I say I don't care what people think, but I do. I want to be original, but everything I do is subconsciously influenced. I hate tumblr, yet I have one. I hate Ikea, but fuck, some of their stuff is nice. I just hate everything, and I hate myself! I'm no different than any shit walking on this earth! And i bet this isnt even my idea! Lifes a JOKE! And im Insane!
I never would of thought that, Feelings could get thrown in the air. Cause I accidentally caught that. I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fall back For example, ten minutes can go past without you brushing my thoughts That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty four times I think about you or something like that Lost latch, the fucking thought of you With somebody else I don't like that cellular convo's getting left in the wrong Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back This isn't a song I just happen to rhyme when I get emo And find time to write facts. I love you. I fucking hate you, But I love you. I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled. You're good at being perfect. We're good at being troubled. Yeah. Girl you fucking with my emotions, The fuck is all this noise about? I even considered picking up smoking. You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out? But in my dog house, My bitch is the raddest, Crazy who makes me the happiest, Could make me the saddest. Look Alice, Let's get lost in your wonder-er-land fuck an atlas You're perfectly perfect for me. What the fuck is this, practice? Actually, if you even consider leaving, I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing, And you'll see the meaning of stalking When I pop out the dark to find you, And that new dude that you're seeing with an attitude, Then proceed to fuck up your evening Make sure you never meet again like god damn vegans, Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing. I love you so much that my heat stops beating when your leaving, And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding, Life without you has no god damn meaning Sorry I'm passive aggressive for no god damn reason, It's that my mood change like these god damn seasons, I'll fall for you, but I love you. The sky is falling girl let's try to catch it, The sky is falling girl let's try to catch it, The sky is falling girl let's try to catch it tonight. The sky is falling girl let's try to catch it, The sky is falling girl let's try to catch it, The sky is falling bitch let's try to catch it tonight. C'mon baby Even though I hate you I still love you I love you And Salem I know I'm passive aggressive I like when we hold hands See I get jealous And if I see that nigga I just might kill him I wanna strangle you, till you stop breathing Love, love, love Spend the rest of my life, looking for air so you can breathe, and we can die together, you and me
She has no clue how much she's helped me by even saying this,
Drunk in my bath tube!
Despite all my rage, I'm still just a rat in a cage
Animal Portraits
© Tim Flach
Edit: Tales of the Night Whisperer
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I worried so much I stopped giving a shit.
“I wish there was someone I could ask for advice. Someone who wouldn’t make me feel like a creep for spilling my guts and trying to explain all the insecurities that have plagued me for oh, about 25 years now. I wish someone could explain to me why exactly I have no desire to learn anymore. Why I used to have so much energy and the need to search for miles and weeks for anything new and different. Excitement. I was once a magnet for attracting new offbeat personalities who would introduce me to music and books of the obscure and I would soak it into my system like a rabid sex-crazed junkie hyperactive mentally retarded toddler who’s just had her first taste of sugar.”
— Kurt Cobain, journals
Why must my knees always be bruised,... Summer, falling off; long board, skateboard, bike, trees, rocks... Basically a lot, Winter; slipping on everything.....
Machiavellicro
Cover Art, Bood Mortized
Edit: Tales of the Night Whisperer
Most ignorant people believe in the beauty of the journey. But those who can see and have no sight see it as a life time of wandering, and the ultimate destination is the peace their wasted soul needs.
I've got nothing to gain, to lose, all the world I've seen before me, passing by
Oh well whatever, nevermind