I want to travel the world with you.
You take your guitar and I take my voice, maybe some harmonica skills,
And play our way to get by.

I don’t even want to be famous,
but maybe well known.

And we can fall in love more with each note.

I don’t want to go through life unhappy and pushed to follow the norms of society.

I just want to live my life fully and completely with you.
 

writtenwolf:

<3

yes

Sitting in my Painting Class listening to music playing and on tumblr waiting for my paint to dry and having great conversations, its great.

This is how i feel every day when I get up to go and work.

“But I could be just laying around being lazy… “

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try, try, try.

Cozy fire with the rain :)

There was this girl, and she was amazingly happy.
Nothing seemed to bring her down.
Young, not a care in the world.
But then things started to unfold all around her.
And she saw herself changing into something she didn’t want to be.
She looked in the mirror with utter disgust and rage.
Found reason to bring her wrist to the blade.
And slowly turned into this dark, demented, person.
She hasn’t been the same since then.
Black clothes, emotional wreak,  you know the how it goes.
And all she wants is to find her way back home.

Then came along a boy not to tall.
Who found all the demons and destroyed them all.
She look at the boy with utter surprise.
He had done what she could never imagine to try.
He held out his heart and gave it to her, 
He promised the moon and the stars and the sky.
She started to change back to what she was,
But this time with love and joy in her eyes.
Yes, now she’s sillier, a bit of a dork.
But thats how she likes it,
Alone with her perfect man,
Who just so happens to be the king of her world. 
 …
I stumbled  across an old pictures of me today with some of my friends in middle school. 
I was wearing really different clothes then, my hair was its natural color put up in a cute clip I use to wear. And in just a few months I completely changed it seemed. Dark black clothes everyday, my hair in my face. It was so weird to look back and see… And how i dress now. I still love black, always will. But still, its different. I’ve changed a lot.
Well thats what inspired that writing. Its kinda lame i know but yeah, haven’t written in a while so hush :)

Class is going by sooooo slow. Long day ahead of me… 73 more days until florida though. Trying to stay focused on that… Fuuu. Someone press fast forward.

This is the tattoo my brothers and I got for for mom that passed away 10 years ago from heart disease. Its the number one killer in America. Please be aware. My Mom was only 38 when she died. It could happen to anyone. Rest in Peace mom.

Sorry for all The Used/ Bert spam guys.
I’m slightly obsessing with them right now :3
Their music is like heroin to my ears.

Plus Bert is just sexy as fuck.