Don’t Become A Victim Of Yourself

fuck off. if you have money to waste on blaze you have money to donate. if you have money to waste and to blaze you have money to donate twice.

Honestly you’re completely right. I really don’t have the money to waste for things like this. I would rather donate to something useful. In my mind I thought that spreading knowledge or awareness would be more beneficial, because if I can change just a few people’s minds, then that itself is going to promote just as much change as would a donation. I would say somewhat even more valuable. Sure if I donate somewhere I can help feed someone or house someone, which I definitely want to do. But if I can shape the minds of the future, then maybe we have a fighting chance at survival in general. And you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. You don’t know what I do everyday to help my community. I’m no president, no spokesman, I’m just a normal human being just as much as you, that wants good things to happen to the people in their life. And if you don’t want that, I’m sorry. Thank you for expressing yourself, I’ll take your words into consideration. Good luck to you.

empty my mind

cloudy high

i was lying

when i said i was fine

i can no longer hide it

just me and my regrets now

feelin heavy in my chest now

you saw my worst, can i show you my best now?

let down those walls around your heart

take me back to the start

take me back to the start

i think that i’m a fool,

thought of you this afternoon,

you cross my mind every now and then,

october skies in the morning.

time is lost, yet can be found,

i wouldn’t mind having you around,

and if i could find you in the clouds,

i’d find a storm and never turn around.

teach me how to love you

life is all about those secret moments,

that nobody would know,

but you

i was too scared to tell you i loved you

too late it seems

too late it seems

im a black hole

keep ur distance

as i suck you in

hard to escape

my eclipse

mistaken bliss

here’s my glass cup

fill it up, with your love, my love

she’s calling last call

and i can’t get enough

drunk on subliminal things

stumbling when i hear your name

such a lovely sound

i threw myself into the wishing well

and all i did was wish you well…

Her hair was on fire

A peppermint martini

Right beside her

Oh..

She was so close

Stepping on my toes

Her freckles and her nose

Her lip gloss stained my daydream

Her presence warmed my soul

Our eyes are always dancing

Without you is vertigo.