So .
Life is like this right now .
I'll put it in a list .
Weak school .
Clothes .
Pizza hut .
Facebook .
Football games .
DECA .
Sleepovers .
Texting .
Paychecks .
Music .
Bubble gum .
Eyeliners .
Shoes .
Afro .
Nails .
Mackingggggggggg :)
Fast food .
Curren$y the hot spitta .
Wiz Khalifa ♥
Bitches and motherfuckers .
Hats .
House hunting .
Grades .
Photography .
Assholing around .
Hoeing people .
People hoeing me .
Mean mugging .
Drivers manual .
UO .
AA .
AI Of LA applications .
AI OF NY applications .
Anticipation .
Waiting .
Anxiety .
Wonder .
And back on my blogging shit :)
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
