Take A Hit

tumblr, meet Eden.

I've really been feeling myself lately. I just really feel the need to get this out. But I mean, literally, I love feeling the way my body feels. I love the warmth of my hands. The softness of my skin. I'm finally at a point where I'm not ashamed of my body. Of course there's the cliche "I could be better" but I think I'm fucking hot. I think I'm beautiful, inside and out. And I wanna let myself shine, I wanna let myself fly. I deserve it. I've never felt this way before, but I really do deserve everything I can give myself. I am capable of so much. And I fucking deserve it all.

Do you drink to forget? Or do you drink to remember?

holycrimes

If you ever see me freeze in public, I’m probably trying to figure out what song is playing

You should join our gang in the garden. Sacrifice your friends, we should be your only friends

Spilling Lines

You don't understand, but you should. You're silent, but I need to hear your screams Over mine Calling and stalling while you hold your breath You don't feel it. Feeling static like a ball with no kicker Or a clock with no ticker Spilling lines, feeling down all the time Up your dosage, up your chances Of making me sick to see your face You don't understand, but you should Understand that you're sucking the energy right out of my hands From my grasp you hide the tethered emotions. Notions that someday soon things will come to an end.

28 June 2014

We just all need more of that "don't give a fuck" attitude. What does anything matter if you can change your entire life around? You are in control, not some blue guy with twelve arms, or Jesus Fucking Christ. Feel the friction from the warm Play-Dough glide across you hands, fingers, edges, and curves melting into the life in your dreams. Home is where the heart, spirit, and soul dance and grind to the groove of your own heartbeat. With the body of nomad, never tied down to worry or getting stuck in a rut. If it's not what makes you happy, it wasn't meant to be. Pack up, and move on. No need for guilt, just no wasted time when you could be improving yourself. Or, snorting Molly.

X,

Night

me rolling some lil' blunts

Streams and Blood Moons

i don’t know what to do

i can feel my bones cracking

my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch

of happiness, of breath,

of even the smallest movements i have

that remind me of you

because how could i ever forget

no matter what decision i try to make

no matter how much i try to fake

it just through the day

and i can taste what i ate this morning

and i can feel the tug on my back

and i can feel your pull on me from every side

i can feel you in my chest like i want to spit you up

and hold you so close at the same time

and i can’t sleep anymore

and sometimes i can’t even breathe

because you keep me there

in another world like i’m not really here

like i never have to sleep or breathe and

i can just be with you

growing like a rose

god, how could you let it be this close?

if you were really there why?

why would you give me this decision to make

to turn me into a murderer

make me into some torturer

of my own body and my own self care

just know you’ll always be a special one

you’ll always be my number one

my first, my always in debt

my knot around my finger so i never forget

but i can feel my body beneath me crumbling

i can feel my words fumbling

making the wrong things come out

making me scream and shout

when i don’t want to anymore

i don’t want to fight anymore