Arctic Monkeys On Vinyl And My Full, Beautiful Bowl Sydney Elizabeth. This Is My Kind Of Rainy Afternoon.

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

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

dreaming of curly hair and shaky knees 💋

change

change.

a change in scenery

and change of pace

while i keep my space

you build miles while i build minutes

what’s the speed limit

it takes to diminish someone’s spirits

is it the cold

as the distance grows

is it seeing who can put on a bigger show

i’m not afraid to take the stage

i refuse to go in another cage

but if we’re both in the spotlight

blinding white, like a deer in headlights

how can we find each other tonight?

cause maybe we can’t hold hands

when we’re too busy holding our cigarettes

dry lips, to occupied to build connections

of affections

to those we so desperately cling on showing

baby, i’m glowing

no wait. it’s slowing

dragging like a cripple in mud

heavy like a high school backpack

in the summer

heat

heating up

when you think you’ve had enough

burning

like your grandmother’s cast iron

sizzling

until

it cracks in your broken mirror

of the reflection you’ve left behind

i thought

but that’s the thing about skeletons

they’re a part of you apart from you

shadows stretch and shrink

because just when you think

you’re in control

you fall deeper in the rabbit hole

one of my favorite cold opens

i've been really getting in my head. like, do i want to live for a long time? or am i going to get caught up with the idea that i can't go back? i don't. right now, at least i think this. my life is precious, and valuable, and i am definitely not trying to do anything to myself. but, i think it's beautiful. and i want to really experience life and give what i can. so, why not just go for it. why do people choose to get stuck? i get some things society has done can't be overlooked. but why are people not just doing what they want more. rather than what society tells you that you have to. i'm opening myself up so much. i'm ready to be the sponge. this is why i'm really in my prime to trip again. it has been ridiculously long since i have, and you know when you're ready for something like that.

she is my little ball of sunshine. Lucy

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

Like a true nature’s child, we were born. Born to be wild.

This is my latest drawing that started as a self portrait, and went on a journey of its own.