It’s time we part ways my first tumblr.
Maybe I’ll come back to you.
But I have a feeling it’s not gonna happen.
IF anyone is interested in following my new one, I’ll hook you up with my new one.
I’m going back to my world and out of this fantasy in my head.
I want this played at my Funeral, tis decided.
Unless You Go There’s No Hope…For Any Of Us
My last Laura Post on this blog.
Burned my upper arm quite nicely today
But the sting dulled the pain of everything else.
So it’s rad
Everybody says it’s just another decay of the soul
But I know I’m a hopeless follower of anything to take me
Away from this hole in the ground
I found it’s hopeless clinging to a feeling
Like a fish on a line, so blinded by the lately
Hopeless, no more saying that there’s no more time.
I’ve was trying far too hard
To be what I thought I should be
I was playing wild cards and
Seeing things that weren’t in front of me
Like a little tiger, play fighting,
I was hurting myself, again and again
Because I’m hopeless.
The Beauty of Uncertainty
I don’t think I was suppose to find that Tumblr…
Nope, but I found it.
I’ll be in my corner for a bit.
FACT: Girls that give love bites=UNF
FACT: Sometimes I fit the lesbian stereotype and I’m okay with that