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...

ask me i wont say no, how could i? Archive

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sky high… thigh highs…

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i finally graduated!!!!! now i have a degree… woohoo!!!

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dont you love it when your friends put you in their profile pics…

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The black will be grey
And the white will be grey
But the blues are still blue

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s.lip.s

scar.let.

a.b.c.

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so tired of being constantly used by everyone i know…

i was randomly jumped by this crazy crackhead last night, he ran at me yelling “you’re going to die” over and over and then picked me up off the ground by my throat and strangled me until i passed out… thank god my friend ran up and beat him off me and helped me regain consciousness and get back on my feet. 

it’s so bizarre to be in a situation where your life is in danger- i just completely froze. then i just kept thinking he was going to let me go for what seemed like an eternity, and then i just blacked out and was helpless… i was so lucky not to be alone or i’d probably be dead…

hehe get it? free box…

(eek redo sryyy)

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so nostalgic, me again as one half of a sid and nancy halloween costume…

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under.water.

precious memories…

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W/M

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