take a walk on the wild side.
wondering the streets at 1 am with the people i love. drunk girls and high boys with nothing on there minds but whats below the belt of there pants.cloudy sunday mornings and coffee with a chance of shopping. ciggretts and the hard cold gray concreat beneath our bums as we talk with no limits and hug drunk tears of regreat. tequila, shots& photo booth with your amazing bestfriends on summer nights.
this is as real as my life gets
i wake up every morning with a cup of coffee. i put 4 sugers in it black. i think that photography and fashion compleate the world. all you need is love. a little rain can compleatly kill my day, all i need is your amazing care free smile to make the sunshine. the way you look me in the eyes everytime just gets my heart throbing blood to my brain thinking the thoughts that the lord wouldnt approve. im a sin, and your not any better.
heres to the crazy ones. the misfits.the rebles.the trouble makers. the round pegs in the square holes. the ones who, see things differently. theyre not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.about the only thing you cant do is ignore them. because they change things, they invent. they imagine. they heal.they explore. they create. they inspire. they push the human race foward. maybe they have to be crazy.how else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? or sit in silence and here a song thats never been written? or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on weels? while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
here's to self expression.
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