I'm purple because my blog says so. sup, I'm storm, I'm of age, and I live some place dark. I'm nothing close to simple. my mind works like something similar to Shakespeare on LSD. I reblog things that catch my eye in unique ways, so it often looks like a bunch of cluttered randomness. common interests: pot, piercings, anxiety, psychedelics, pills, depression, tattoos, yummy foods, realism, surrealism, and often a time some really down right offensive shit.
if you also use the faces >;x or :> I will make you my perma-bffl. forewarned. kbai.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Anonymous: Sometimes I wonder why we stopped talking. And sometimes I wonder if you miss me like I do you... And then I think, maybe "sometimes" just doesn't really happen for you.