My drawings
Drawings doodles and suicide notes…
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You know that day would never come,but you don't know for sure.But it doesn't matter now does it?Because all that is worth in the world isn't worth anything compared to the memories.This is a story about how those memories came to reality and how reality came into view.The morals that you promised you'd never do,now broken.The people you knew were important got pushed out of frame from this place.A place in life where things were different,where you were different.The person you thought you were is now gone and just left with the person you despised.…
The Saints of Disappointment
With every step there comes a ripple in which we realize who is here and who is not.Who will leave or who will stay? The question could with stand everything,yet we ignore it and keep it in the back of our heads.However we keep it,just in case.. With this hand I hold your tender cheek,yielding your tired eyes.And with the other,I grasp the dagger that holds near your neck.…
Funny texts messages
Texts that I have that are funny…
Breathe
The after math of an apocalypse leaves only a few damage souls wandering around trying to find humanity and who they once were.Only to find the monsters they left behind,Their selves. (Btw these characters are actually based on my friends in real life so...ya)…
Oc
Oc…
Art contest
Welp I like art and I think I'm a pretty ok artist so..why not have an art contest? The prize is a shout out. Money or something you like…
Class 101 zodiac
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the airUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the night.There she stood in the doorway;I heard the mission bellAnd I was thinking to myself'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the wayThere were voices down the corridor,I thought I heard them sayWelcome to the Hotel CaliforniaSuch a lovely place (such a lovely place)Such a lovely face.Plenty of room at the Hotel CaliforniaAny time of year (any time of year) you can find it hereHer mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bendsShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friendsHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweatSome dance to remember, some dance to forgetSo I called up the Captain,'Please bring me my wine'He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'And still those voices are calling from far away,Wake you up in the middle of the nightJust to hear them say"Welcome to the Hotel CaliforniaSuch a lovely place (such a lovely place)Such a lovely face.They livin' it up at the Hotel CaliforniaWhat a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibisMirrors on the ceiling,The pink champagne on iceAnd she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'And in the master's chambers,They gathered for the feastThey stab it with their steely knives,But they just can't kill the beastLast thing I remember, I wasRunning for the doorI had to find the passage back to the place I was before'Relax' said the night man,'We are programmed to receive.You can check out any time you like,But you can never leave!'Written by Don Felder…
What happened to not being sober?
A 27 year old kindergarten teacher is trying to leave the city of London and move to New York City to become a writer before she ends up in a dead end job for ever However she's broke as hell,drunk as hell,and single as hell.Before she becomes an old drunk she has to figure out how to eat her way of of this mess. As I may quote"fuck! I'm late!"…