So My Boyfriend’s Mom Bought Me A Mindful Colouring Book For Christmas Before I Went To Jail, And I

Friendly Fire

It’s running on three o’clock and I’m running out of gas While you finish your run getting fresh grass Let’s heat it up this time Burn that fucker while I spit this rhyme Spilling lines in my black and blue book Next to you while I watch that green cook Split it, rip it, pass it, zip it up then sell that shit There’s just one confession I must admit I’ve got a home in the dark and a boy that sparks My love like a bonfire heart Watch us tear this world apart Our generation was doomed from the start And none of that matters because the family here that can inspire A love that will spread like wildfire Weaving through the tangled trees That makes stained lungs cough and your breath heave Inhaling in the seductive air Without any worries, without a single care Because I’ve got my best man by my side With sweet, salty breeze coming from outside And I’ve got my friends that I call my family to keep me cozy inside We’ll watch the sun set and rise in the same sitting There’s no way this is the life to think about quitting In fact, to this special one, I’d rather be committing My soul to the man of my dreams Because when I look in his eyes I see the sun gleam Down on my heart while this bonfire love starts And pass that blunt you roll like it’s a fine art

Still learning.

got some new shorts, and they make me feel super sexy. since i've been clean from adderall (for two years now) i've gained so much weight and have such a problem with self love. i used to be a loose size 4 and these shorts are a size 10 and on bad days they can be tight. but, i'm very happy that i bought these the other day. i haven't actually gotten any clothes (apart from work) that fit me since i've been clean. and since i'm going to Sweetwater 420 Fest next weekend i wanted to splurge and buy myself a summer outfit. and i think this is a good step towards the right direction

Penny Love

Story of my life Black sheep in a white room And you can never assume That you know the real me Though I pour my honest thoughts out When I’m half gone In my mind and it’s nearing dawn On those late night I can’t seem to sleep And you’re the only thing on my mind I think about you all the time I’m spilling lines that only half rhyme And I don’t know how to say, or let it all out My family ain’t shit and you’re my real blood So let’s exchange stories, real feelings, loud bud My friends, you guys, you’re a part of my wolf pack You’re the ones that care about me, and that I love back I’ve lived a long life with half hidden scars to prove it And never in its entirety have I found people worth shit Until that late May day I stumbled upon that corner coffee shop ganjareaper, entrophe, beneath-a-tree, pendleton1994, buriedinleaves, the Stoop kids are on top You’re the loves of my life and I’m so glad I found you There’s a lot of shit people in the world and the exception is you few

bcause this dress is too cute not to post

Spilling Lines

You don't understand, but you should. You're silent, but I need to hear your screams Over mine Calling and stalling while you hold your breath You don't feel it. Feeling static like a ball with no kicker Or a clock with no ticker Spilling lines, feeling down all the time Up your dosage, up your chances Of making me sick to see your face You don't understand, but you should Understand that you're sucking the energy right out of my hands From my grasp you hide the tethered emotions. Notions that someday soon things will come to an end.

Rusty Blinds

It’s understandable, you see I broke your trust in me When we first met, engaged were we But now I guess is your chance to get back at me You chose to hide, you lied The trust is dust The life I live has turned to rust

Maybe I just drove you crazy Drive myself right off the bridge Off the grid to render my sins Just do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage The silence screams of tortured tongues Careful to open with words too heavily broken I chase the wind in hopes to find The ghosts creeping all through my mind That run wild and wish me dead Will I ever get out of my head?

The phone screen is the lamp… and we are all moths.

dreaming of curly hair and shaky knees 💋

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.

X,

Night