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i am a work in progress. progress. not perfection. i am on my way to becoming the person i want to be. cause i’ve been inspired.  and i want to inspire you. so that you can inspire somebody else and pay that shit forward.   

ever feel like your soul is on fire?    someone or something opens the door and your smacked in the face with a passion for something you never knew you had?    and you start to explore yourself more and you work harder at your own happiness and realize that you were dead before. you were just floating on what you think you should be doing rather than what your heart tells you to be doing.. you were just…  existing? 

if i’m going to be alive, i might as well be incredible. i want to do more than just exist. and although i cannot finitely say i’m done,  i can say that i’m doing with as much conviction as my heart lets me. my soul is on fire. and  i dont need no water, let that muthafucka burn. 

Summer lovin’♥

YES, finally finished this painting…. Her sadness has been captured to perfection #satisfied

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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.

See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you.