Secrets Of A City Girl

TV Works Wonders!

So, my brain has too much crap to compartmentalize that it comes up with crazy ideas. So, I’ve never been a media geek buuuuuut doesn’t stop me from enjoying and wanting to create the beauty that photographers do. I wanted to make a documentary sort of like the bad things people overcome to aspire their dream. Everyone has to overcome something to achieve their dream. I’ve learned that from my water family, myself and countless people I encounter every day in my school. People never seem to surprise me. Both good and Bad sides. Is it so wrong to want to give people hope? I mean I never feel full of hope but it’s always nice to know that you can touch even one person. Because if I die young, I’ll know I didn’t leave this planet without making a mark, big or small.

Blood Isn’t Thicker Than Water

Family. Everyone knows the phrase “Can’t live with them, Can’t live without them” well I’m pretty sure I could live a vibrant life without mine. I don’t care for the remarks about my weight, my personality, what race I choose to become emotionally involved with, my friends, what age group I associate with etc. I’ve become sick to my stomach of having to deal with my family. Nothing positive seems to enter their head nor leave their mouth. Everything is a shithole and who’s fault is that? Not mine. The majority of my friend circle is white. Who’s got a problem with that? My mother. Everything is an issue with her and frankly 2015 couldn’t come sooner. I have 2 “replacement” mothers. And I’m mighty happy with them. My grandmother has a problem with everything ‘healthy’ about me. My weight, my blood pressure… everything. Now I understand that it’s only out of “care” but has it ever occurred to ANYONE that oh, I don’t fucking know, I’m happy with my weight? I’m happy with where I am in my life and I don’t give a damn who thinks I should change? But noooooo everything has to be perfect. I hate people who try to live their lives through there children. Not my fault you fucked yours up so don’t drag me into this crap. Basically, I am stuck in New York with these inept idiots who think they know me. They DON’T know me and it’s a matter of time before they realize that. “Water must run through my veins because what’s blood isn’t real.” - Me

T.A.T.T.O.O!!!!!!!!!

Good Morning/Afternoon Lovelies! Recently I’ve been having and obsession with getting my first tattoo. I know I want like a billion lol but my first tattoo during my 18th birthday week is going to be awesome. It’s going to have so much symbolism. If you don’t know already, I looooooooooooooove Owl City. One tiny song turned into this awesome, I wouldn’t say obsession, but a love I guess. One of my all time favorite songs, one of those any mood songs, is The Real World. I want to get part of the song tattoo’ed on my upper shoulder and then a flower theme (I’ll upload a crappy sketch of mine soon lol) on the bottom but no tramp stamp. I don’t want to be all tattooed up but I do want something that tells people things about me that i’d rather not say. What kind of tattooes do you want?

New Year, New Crap, New Me

Hey guys. I know I haven’t been on lately. Been having my own manic phase of up’ds and down’s. Having my own mental fight but I’m back making it a goal to keep you guys in my loop. I’ll post another blog after this one and start making up for lost blogging. I’m back and ready to tell you EVERYTHING going on in this crazy world of mine :* “I am floating away. Lost in a silent Ballet. I’m dreaming we’re both in the blue and I am right beside you, awake to take in the view” -Owl City

Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.

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