LOVE&PASSION. Art. Writing. Tattoos. Wilderness. Being Wild. Being Free. Living. NUDE LIVING.Loving. Laughing. Karma karma karma. Marijuana. Acid. Trees. Body. Mind. Soul. Strength. Music. Sex. Wisdom. GOOD VIBES & GOOD TIMES.
I itch for passion on a second to second basis. And I can find passion in the most violent or angry times, or in the sappy shit sweeter than a toothless child.
I am an artist, a musician, a writer, and a mad mad scientist. I am also a lover, but I will fight for my survival like the ANIMAL I AM.
All in all I'm just another brick in the wall. I am passion.
I am wild eyed, and curious. I am the instinct inside you that tells you to jump. To run. To laugh, and to burst into tears. I am life. And I am death.
The only thing I know is this balance.
The only thing I'll hold onto is the fact that I AM THE FUCKING COSMOS.
And I think that's fucking beautiful.
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in english today a girl asked me how i put on makeup with my glasses on and i said ‘i take them off’ and she looked at me like
Don’t be slutty, don’t have sex. But be sexy. If you’re too sexy though and you get raped, then that’s you’re own fault because you’re not actually supposed to listen to us about being sexy, even though we tell you your value is derived from how sexy you are. If you get into a position of power, we will assume that you used your sex appeal to get there and not your brains and we will mock you even though we told you the only thing that mattered was your sex appeal. Make yourself accessible to me, but holy shit stop being so desperate and needy. Don’t be a tease. If we want to have sex with you, don’t friendzone us, even though we just fucking told you not to have sex.