I hate being cold when I’m high because it’s all I can think about. It’s the only thing on my mind and I’m like shaking. Fuck I’m so cold haha

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" and after the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being — and they will know nothing of a place once called earth. "
by carl sagan, pale blue dot (via rlyrlyugly)

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Anonymous inquired Who is your poetry about?

Everyone I’ve ever met. I mention “you” a lot of my poetry but it’s taken more as interpretation.

Anonymous inquired Where do you find your mind most?

My minds most likely all over the place. I’m always thinking and observing.

Anonymous inquired Whats the deepest in you've ever been with someone?

Not that deep tbh. I’ve never met anyone who I’ve felt deeply connected too.

Anonymous inquired What are you passionate about?

I’m passionate about music, art, photography, people, lights, colors, movies. I’m passionate about beauty and what I can find beauty in. Nature is a huge passion of mine. Maybe I’m a little but too passionate at times, or so I’ve been told. I’m passionate about the world man, traveling, gay rights, HUMAN rights. Happiness and sadness. Everything.