Fun Day With This Cutie Aamanda-rae

Went for a scenic walk, and got a little lost. Found these beauties, but at what cost?

Drew this bored at a coffee shoppe. I'll probably do something inside the peace sign soon. I'm more of a writer than a typical artist (it's all art) but I'm trying something new. Opinions? Enjoy the mess.

send help: in need of more vinyl and more weed

me rolling some lil' blunts

my veins are popping right out of my skin this flesh is burning up it's too much to keep the gears that grind everconnecting my mind from bursting and breaking down all the time

sinking in my cheeks one last time trying to scribble out some sort of rhyme

but this writer is only full of one liners trying to piece together a broken puzzle the static and the struggle back to the same hustle sitting in front of the same dusty mirrors looking for a deeper reflection a deeper connection

but all i can see looking back at me was your subjection and all the infection that suffocates my lungs with lies pouring out of my lips and eyes

but past rejection can't break this protection spell of current affection

as my mind begins to stretch and not shrink and i don't even think of collarbones covered in pink lines and i don't know how many times and how many seconds turned to months that i've waited to look into the mirror and see myself staring back

Goodbyes

My parents told me when I moved out That this city is gonna kill me But I never listen to the ones that know better And I ran away with my sweater and a temper

I learned to live with smoky rooms and cheap perfume And the life left my eyes young and too soon I started spinning out at the steering wheel On your arm and around my head With whispers telling me I’m better off dead

I took lessons off the streets to these four walls I took your love for granted, but I took more than that And I started dipping my wrist but forgot to mention That there were never any bad intentions From the start but my insanity Got the best of me

Think I might have had one too many potions Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jack Ass took another shot at me But I blame myself for these crooked impulses

I wish instead of spitting this rhyme I could travel back in time I wish I could hold you one last time Kiss you again, stare into those deep, brown eyes

It’s clear that something’s gotta give But I’ll give everything to replace what I took And my last words to you just so you know I’ll always love you more than anything, and it’s clear I have to go

Written Feb. 16 2015

oh my god, you guise i had a pretty tough n long day, n i just took a rip off a blunt, then took my first sip of some pink wine and instantly the sun came out it was the most perfect thing i just needed to share this

#NowPlaying Recover - Cid Rim Remix by CHVRCHES

I need a blunt, sex, and a back rub

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