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im sorry :(
im sorry that i have neglected my tumblr and my friends on here :( you guys do mean the world to me just had some shit i have been going through, my grandfather is pretty much dieing, been dealing with family bullshit aswell along with a terrible depression, either way tis unexcuable :( soo i have a cell phone now you guys should text me :/ my number is 547 7819
p.s. got my knuckle tat done yesterday i may be slow at responding but i will indeed do so
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Freak?
Hahaha, soo yesterday morning i went with my mom to drop various things off at her friend / Co-workers house so she could take them to work for my mother. well my mom left her facebook page on the screen when i got on the computer and it just so happens to be that my mother and her friend were talking about how much of a disgrace i am and her friends argument was that i am a freak…
all i can really say to this is “Before you go and judge me you fucking bitch get to know me”
haha so according to my mother and her friend im a useless piece of shit and a freak to boot, hmmm Lifes Grand XD
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Define…
In This Post I Shall Address Several Things That Have Been On My Mind For Some Time.
What exactly is a hero, most have a Hero that is in their life or at least a model in which they see as a Hero. Most of the people that i know who happen to have a Hero by definition are not Hero’s at all.
“a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.”
“a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal.”
So by this definition the dictionary is telling us that the people we look up to, the people we admire and subconsciously strive to be are not Hero’s on any level. The only reason i even address this is because recently i was in an argument with someone about definitions of certain words i was using. So this is to that anonymous person. The definitions of words change with every “new” Generation. The word hero as defined in the dictionary means practically nothing in this modern world. I mean i see many people in my life as a Hero, but i look at them as a hero not for what their ability’s, not for their courage or their Brave deeds, i see them as a hero because they are who they feel they are. they strive to be individuals and that is why they are my hero’s. -
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What do you think yo :D
Im going Bigger and i wanna know what you guys think about the jewelry :D
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The Soundtrack To My Morning :D
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Fucking Amazing....
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I Want….
A Question You Have Never Felt To Ask
A Question About Something You Have Always Wondered
I Want Anything Im Bored and Need Someone To Talk To haha
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"I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through"David Bowie -
Tell Me What You Know About Dreams…
i swore a long while ago that my dreams would one day become reality, and as i live on my dreams have slipped further and further away. almost a decade ago i had the dream of being a poet, one whom would inspire the general populous into seeing what is truly around them. understanding the truth behind thought and understanding behind ones personal decisions. that dream was ended around age thirteen when i realized that no one person can change the face of the planet but the face of the planet that changes the beings in which live on it. a few years went by and i finally had another invisionment which was to be an artist. to open the eyes of people in general not to realize nor to understand but to see what else could be seen. that ended with a failed relationship with a girl whom told me i was a terrible artist and i could never make it as one. at age fifteen - sixteen i thought being a vocalist would inspire some and “treat the ears of the crowd to a sound unknown”. all these things failed and when i finally moved to NY i was possitive i could be a tattoo artist seeing how my views on my art had changed. but after ending up on my ass back in the shithole NH i felt i had lost everything. my love my faith, my truth, my life as i knew it. Now i dream to be remembered and that dear followers is a dream that cannot be forgotten or thrown aside for being remembered is all can one can truly look forward to. i mean yes i do know that this may sound emo…this may sound bizarre but i posted it because i am interested in the dreams of everyone else out there
