Tumblr, Meet Eden.

honestly it's never looked this good 💕

Youre gorgeous 🥵

thanks 😉

Sometimes I wonder if you speak my tongue, and who really rubs mine right.

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.

Drew this for a friend. I've never really tried my hand at drawing, I always only considered myself an artist of words.

I'm trying to draw something for each of my friends. 2 down.

ya'll bitches get a first sneak preview at my new Friday the 13th tattoo still fresh off the table

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

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

Why I'd Be Kicked Out of The Scooby Gang

Shaggy: Zoinks

Scooby: Ruh-roh

Daphne: Jeepers

Velma: Jinkies

Me: Well fuck