Bailey Joe Gable. 18. Miserable. Alone. I'm secretly a cat in my spare time. Misanthropist. I think humans are vile things. I live from box to box in hope that one day I will have nothing but a pack of the most important things. I'm a funky not a junky but I know where to get it. My days are spent meandering the streets and exploring drugs. Psychonaut to the world.
I've lost my will to live and now the only thing left is my will to survive.
I wish the world could see the beauty I see in myself.
There are owls in the gravy.
So it goes.
If you thought this blog was for you, you're wrong. It's for me.
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mushroomomens asked: I've actually done that with my hair once, just not with bandanna. I'll do something like that with my hair for promotion tomorrow man. This girl Madi is loaning me a sweet dress and a pair of heels. No. You have to spike it yosef. You just have to. |
