A captain of words and a sailor of broken hearts, this is a collection of images I love and paragraphs I’ve written. I’m fascinated with the turn of the revolution; The liberation if mankind.
I guess everyone has “that person”, the one that makes you act like a train-wreck regardless of how much you never wished it that way. I’d like to dedicate this post to my “that person”. I don’t even know why but when I think of her or I speak to her; I become this awkward fucking creepy stalker guy. It was never my intention, and I know I scare the shit out of her, I’m starting to realize that maybe it’s just that I tried too hard to keep her close and even harder to impress the bra off those tits. I’m not like “I miss her”, but when I see a train headed her way, I wonder if she will be on it. I guess what I wanna say if you read this, is that I’m here if shit ever gets hard and you get sick of people flattering you, and need someone real to talk to.