my fingers have nick 'o-teen stains.
my stomach refuses to digest any exploitations.
my mind is a broken metronome.
my skin hates (ethnic) cleansing.
my fists are always ready to (right) fight... but
my heart constantly see(k)s connection with any/every other beating mechanism.
my mouth will forever be screaming
to dreaming ear drums,
while my body awaits a-wake-ning...
(but... if poetic introductions don't do it for you: female, 22, freegan, photographer, writer, activist, polyamorous, vagabond, pisces, contradictory, etc.)
ask me anything...
i’ve been a bit of a tumblr flake lately… like i won’t get on for a few weeks then i’ll be on for a few days filling up your dashboards… does this make you less likely to follow my posts… should i make an effort to be more consistent, or are you cool with just random posts whenever (i guess the people it really bothered have already unfollowed me, but to those of you who are still tuned in…)?
just wondering, thanks loves…
