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
Everyone I’ve ever met. I mention “you” a lot of my poetry but it’s taken more as interpretation.
My minds most likely all over the place. I’m always thinking and observing.
Not that deep tbh. I’ve never met anyone who I’ve felt deeply connected too.
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.