i've been really getting in my head. like, do i want to live for a long time? or am i going to get caught up with the idea that i can't go back? i don't. right now, at least i think this. my life is precious, and valuable, and i am definitely not trying to do anything to myself. but, i think it's beautiful. and i want to really experience life and give what i can. so, why not just go for it. why do people choose to get stuck? i get some things society has done can't be overlooked. but why are people not just doing what they want more. rather than what society tells you that you have to. i'm opening myself up so much. i'm ready to be the sponge. this is why i'm really in my prime to trip again. it has been ridiculously long since i have, and you know when you're ready for something like that.
You should join our gang in the garden. Sacrifice your friends, we should be your only friends
Shaggy: Zoinks
Scooby: Ruh-roh
Daphne: Jeepers
Velma: Jinkies
Me: Well fuck
Drew this for a friend. I've never really tried my hand at drawing, I always only considered myself an artist of words.
I'm trying to draw something for each of my friends. 2 down.
And that is to trip balls with someone/some people and tie-dye the shit out of some clothes, paint on whatever we call a canvas, write poems and songs and sing-alongs, just turn into Andy Warhol faries and creatures of the night. Let's get creative, people.