You sit and you stare at the crease between the pages, halves of a book, the divide of one part of life to the next. You smile and breathe as evenly as you did last night when you laid all alone. Somebody loves you, they love your soul, your existence, the idea of you. You stare at the glassy surface of the drink in front of you, at it's perfect little world. And you want to destroy it, you want to to spill it, stir it, Christ even crush the glass. Because you hate perfect, we all hate fucking perfect, perfection is a figament of the population's imagination. But that's okay, because who you are, with all of your imperfections, your stories and your pains, you accept that person, and that's what makes you human. I am Lee. I'm 18 and my mind is a black hole of deadly pencil curvatures, venomous brush strokes, and acidic films. These are my images from my mind, I will tell you if something is my own. I write like a fiend and photography is my muse. If you don't like it, that is not my problem, but anyone is welcome here, I do not judge, I only see.
It's kimbo time.
I love him, so much.
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So true
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The hardcore way to eat ramen:
1. Boil water
2. Eat block of ramen
3. Drink boiled water
4. Snort flavored powder
5. Fuck bitches
I’m doing this.
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oh hey let me just park my FUCKING SQUID
I’m just glad it has that drink to stay hydrated
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Today is half a year with bear. It seems so much longer.
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