Can I Call Myself A Writer Yet?

What are you passionate about? 14 days into 2018 and I’m randomly reflecting on how I got to where I’m at now. I’ve realized that a lot of my motivation was born from boredom, necessity, and a need for change. The people that I started with weren’t the people I wanted to end up with. […]

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Just you wait.

How do you stay in love? How do you stay in love with someone that’s clingy to society’s ways and how things should and shouldn’t be done? Why am I so accepting ? Why am I so accepting to the beautiful things that people can offer this world yet they don’t say a word about […]

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A gift to myself

It hurts worse the longer it’s been Sorrow is quicksand I feel that I’m sinking but I just don’t care to save myself  The same thing that made me feel so alive is now killing me slow depression, loneliness  Suffocation With Love Until Eternity XO

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Dead Goldfish

What I’m watching/watched: Photography basics, Suits season 1, The Lobster, Vice abduction BDSM, etc. What makes a show “good?”                                         I. Theres this feeling of freedom that comes with “going out” at the end of the […]

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Neon Surprises 

What I expanded on today: different kinds of cryptocurrencies, ICOs, decentralization, art auctions, burn your bra, conversations you weren’t invited to, adult onesies, cognitive dissonance, indie movies, International (Seoul) Fashion, I’m an okay writer, John Malone candles, everything always has room for improvement, FOMO(fear of missing out) anxiety  There’s something soothing about Sundays At the […]

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You get back what you put out 

The world is ending ?  Possibly…  but not as of yet.  Humanity may never know; But I’m pretty sure you’re familiarized with the saying  “Take pride in what you have.” Or “take care of what you’ve got.”  Think about a toy, or a child.  Toys can break any time, any moment, ruining a child’s entertainment, […]

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Waiting for my idols to die

As Saturday falls into Sunday I don’t want to be celebrated I want to be appreciated  I’m so anxious,  Millions of cells with a thought for each one  Who am I going to ruin my life over today And in what way And then I stop myself These were my younger years I don’t expect you […]

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Pablo Escobar Picasso 

(October 5 2015) (April 18 2017) A kiss like this is the essence of existence…. Women like you just need hugs and drugs…. Look at “bullshit” creeping around the corner, I see you…. and I’m going the other way. Always a petition to get my attention, no we can’t be friends, aqquintences or anything of […]

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