I curse like a sailor.
I'm a sarcastic little fuck.
I like girls. I like their pretty smiles and their soft hair. I like the curve of their back and their painted fingernails.
I like boys and their awkward bodies and un-kept stubble. I like feeling tiny and protected.
I like the smell of books and hate the smell of iPads.
I want to live in a tiny apartment above a tattoo shop that I own in Philly.
I want to travel the US in a hippie-bus and be a guest-tattoo-artist at different shops.
I can’t watch game shows because I end up depressed, feeling bad for the people who lost.
I guess that’s my issue; I'm always over thinking things.
I don’t want to get married, but if I do, I’m skateboarding down the aisle.
"That makes me sound crazy but that's alright. Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything. Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much about death."