February 2012
log onto facebook
discover another person I knew from being a hoodrat back in the day is now tattooing. And showing off his horribly proportioned drawings. I asked him a while ago about what he was drawing. Its all new skool, because that old stuff is “not where I want to be”
I don’t mean to be a dick, but I’m absolutly sure that I can make better descisions than he can...
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HEY TUMBLR LOOK AT MY ART PLEASE →
so my hair is no longer blonde….and I’m not sure how I feel about it. The fact that I know its going to fade to a grey/purple/light brown/pink is killing it for me right now.
i don’t know
first world problems
“Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.”
– Janet Fitch (White Oleander) (via fleurishes)
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