My mom just got het nose pierced.
Reblog if you're willing to answer anything that...
poeticallyundead: Mmhmm… we all know I have no filter, so do your worst.
the reason I have been so distant with my friends the reason i have stayed the reason i have gone i haven’t quite believed all that you have said all that you have meant to me, inside our heads. but now i am hurting, and in need, the more that i cry the more i bleed i cant even touch my toes cause, every minute stings like the thorn of a rose.
ode to shoe
HEY! where the fuck did you hide my shoe?! I’ve been looking for it, and now I’m feeling sad! I’ve never been more lonesome from my self. from my shoe. what the hell is it that makes it so good? i can go ANYWHERE i want, and do ANYTHING i do. And after its all done and said, ill probobly up and run a line in the water to catch someting worthwhile. maybe an emotion. ...
im hardly listening
yeah, i saw you drop your bag of bricks. i didnt give a damn. if ever, i have much to eat, its probobly from a can. cause fish eat men, and men eat mice and lions eat of lambs. i had a sister, but shes dead. the other one is fine. she runs around and shoots me down and climbs on every vine to harp my feelings up and out and leave me burried with no doubt if time had hands, and God did...
my internet sucks
it wont let me upload any photos
its been a long few weeks. for any of those who actually look at my blog, I apologize for being almost absent from my tumblr in the last several thousand group of minutes. I will now be posting reguraly, and post modernly. (?) well see.
to the question. you’ve been asking. and to say it one more time, would be to much pain, so an answer may ensue, maybe undeserved and maybe… brutal. BUT IM FUCKING HONEST ARN’T I?! IM NO READY TO DIE! IM TO YOUNG! here is my story. i sit here alone, with so many people by my side holding my thoughts, and holding my arms, and my hands. you have a bag of celtic charms you...
i just wanna go to fucking michigan.