Last night it came as a picture With a good reason, a warning sign This place is void of all passion If you can imagine it’s easy if you try Believe me I failed this effort I wrote a reminder this wasn’t a vision This time where are you Houston Is somebody out there will somebody listen
Should I go back should I go back should I I feel alone and tired Should I go back should I go back should I I hope I won’t forget you
“The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change; until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds.”—R. D. Laing (via gorillatao)
Name: Corey Gender: Female Height: 5’7 Orientation: Disoriented Age: 20 Eye Color: Blue. Hair Color: Naturally, some kind of brown. Smoking?: Cigarettes and pot. Drinking?: Jack Daniels…cranberry and vodka….corona.. Drugs?: Pot, clonazepams Job: Hate it. Education Level: High school diploma bitches. Favorite Sport: Ehhh, I don’t really follow sports. I enjoy playing tennis though. Favorite Color: Blue Favorite Band: Brand New I guess. Siblings: Technically, two.. Tattoos? I have one, I can’t afford any more right now. Someday. Piercings? Over those….had them in middle school/high school. Just have my gauges now 5/8’. Perfect Date: With my boyfriend, anywhere….paying attention to me…. Hobbies: Work, sleep and smoke. Have any questions? How does glue not stick to the inside of the bottle? Or if the world is a stage, where does the audience sit?