Late night, or early morning?
Either way I am up
Let’s just say I’m glad you resurrected my butterflies,
I thought they died forever.
I’d get in my car and drive for days, not thinking about what I am leaving behind, or where I am going. Just the fact that I am a free spirit and have no boundaries. Maybe someday, but for now I am bound to this place called home.
One day I will get around to this Tumblr business, but for now I don’t get it too much.
When other people tell you? No.
When you tell yourself.
Some people say they exist
Some people say they don’t
Some people claim they have seen them.
Some people believe in them
and othes think it’s just a bunch of bullshit.
I get so happy when my shit gets liked or reblogged.
I could have a sick ass night like in The Hangover, But actually remember it. Like all the adventure and everything. I wouldn’t mind missing a tooth or finger for it.
You are a basic bitch if you wear one of the following:
I can’t wait until I really figure this shit out. I think I am sort of getting it. Any tips?
Sin City, I thought I should share some photos. :)