Easy./Lucky./Free.

Photography, of course.
Music.
Inspiration, motivation.
7/16 gauges.
soon, i'll have mannyy tattoos.
Pagan.
Ocean.
Elephants.
Paint.
BISEXUAL.
I have no friends, just extended family.
Meeting new people.

"When all your friends have come and gone,
And the sun no longer shines,
And the happiness for which you long is washed away like an ocean's tide,
When all the hard times outweigh the good,
And all your words are misunderstood,
......When the day seems lost from the start
You must follow your heart."


She was at this time a nuisance on the face of the earth, with her spasmodic passion and her slumberous torment. She seemed to go with all her soul in her hands, yearning, to the other person. Yet all the while, deep at the bottom of her was a childish antagonism of distrust. She thought she loved everybody and believed in everybody. But because she could not love herself nor believe in herself, she mistrusted everybody with the mistrust of a serpent or a captured bird. Her starts of revulsion and hatred were more inevitable than her impulses of love.