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...
Anonymous: It's crazy, just from seeing through your blog and your about me. Your easily one of the few people I've come across that is as similar as me. just some random thoughts from a jumbled mind.
hello there anon, well thanks! yeah, sometimes i feel kind of like i am swimming alone in a huge sea of unfamiliar creatures, so it’s always nice to find a kindred spirit…
maybe next time i will know who you are so we can love on each other a bit…? have a lovely day!
