Lace, me

I was already willing to try crochet this summer, yes crochet.

I want

1. Crochet swimsuit (preferably nude or pastel colored)

2. Crochet vest/ see through top

Lace, however, has always urked me..

Females not wearing it right. etc.

I have a couple of pieces...

Onezie, leggings, top, think I might incorporate them more in my attire.

I'm feeling it a little more than I thought I would.

=]

At first I was like Eh....

Amber with Wiz?

I haven't even blogged the full detail of my opinion 

I'm glad I didn't

As they say knowledge is power.

Check out this interview*< with Amber ...

Now it's AWWW!

Sometimes I feel like this...

But it should only motivate me right?

 

What a character, do you listen to listen or to say you listen?

Muted despair and anxiety fall to the democracy of liquid courage

Violently allowing the withheld secrecy melt at the feet of uncaring ears and cynical laughs

Untold stories revealing a distant yet ignorant past of file cabinets and wooden gum polluted desks

The bright light at the end of the stairwell illuminate the lonely artwork bashed in and casted out

Halfway hooked onto a decently shaded failure of a wall.

Telling it's life's regrets and blatantly not performing the acts asked of it

However steadily leading the lost to a brilliantly locked door

Unique and certified to keep any and everyone out

The remnants of the room inside more valuable than the value-less world it belongs to

A sharp yet refreshing breeze passes through the crack at the bottom of the threshold

Easing ones mind into a sense of curiosity

Almost as if it were natural and relevant to push the tablet of knowledge 

Bending down to elaborate on ones mind a clever trap door is opened and another soul has been tricked into life's bitter and unforgiving blood soaked cavity.

Cleverishly tricking one to believe it has been enlightened or released for the betterment of the future

The distant ignorance that plants false ideas, hopes and dreams

leading the blind in circles and playing music for the deaf

Growing tired, yet too old to turn back and discover the overflowing fountain of all things too wonderful to be held by any one man.

Now bitterly hurt and mislead uncaring ears and cynical laughs carry on before a short and passionless depart.

Opportunities are unlimited, life is never forever and stars are born to set standards.

Miley and I

As sickening as this sounds,


As sickening as this sounds, I love but I want to love more.
Meet someone I love till I cant love no more
Appreciate my presence,
Appreciates my style and effort
Recognizes the beauty in my bad angles.
Can't get enough of me
Repeatedly reminds me how special I am
... to them
Loves me unconditionally.
Hates to argue.
Loves to talk
Treats me the best
The best to where I'm afraid to lose because I KNOW
there is nothing else.
Smokes and listens to the Weeknd unintentionally
or maybe Carl Thomas or maybe some Marsha
some Legend, lifting me off my feet
as we chat about everyone wanting to be different
Inspiring each other by the every other word we speak
Needlessly needing to know everyone in each others life
Forgiving to forget
Forgetting nothing but the past that doesnt relate
Finding more attractive people and still realizing the importance of one another
Licking away milktaches
and riding on top of cars.
Making memories without Kodaks
Each other's biggest fan
Always staying cool while making each other hot.
A constant lust and reminder of passion
And life in the now.
So good that all you can do is appreciate it and hate it when it leaves.
But that is essentially what is it
Like - > Love - > Admire - > Hurt - > Hate
"Hey" someone new and the cycle starts over again.
This time we are eager yet bitter
a little harder to please
needs another puff 
another sipp to take it all in.
Ready for the ending
Anticipating the new beginning.
As sickening as this sounds.
Is it wrong?

Exactly.

 

 

 

My mom calls is excessive, I call is accessories.