Begin Every Morning With A Deep Breath, Assurance That The Dreams Of Last Night Are Long Gone. Coffee, Weed &A Soundtrack For The Day Ahead. Braving The Morning With Pessimistic Realism, Viewing The World Through A Photographic Lense. Equipped With A Jaded Past, A Sharp Tongue &A Lifetime Of Scars. Sleeping With Past Regrets, Friendly Strangers, &Strange Friends. How I Long For The California Beaches &Nights Filled With The Smoke, Booze &Whirlwinds Of People Just Like Me. Lost In Artistic Minds, Suffocated By Intent. Dreamers. PhotobucketLindsay Anne. 22. Ontario.
A lot of what I post is for my own sanity. I live for love, and love to live. I am only a soul, travelling this earth, growing and learning like everyone else.

Anonymous said: 14

Biggest regret:
I left home when I was 17 because I was restless and though I knew better. I didnt realize though just how much I was needed at home till after. I missed out on the last few years of my grandfathers life, and I will never forgive myself for that. I wasnt there for my brother and sister when they needed me, and I was no longer my mothers support. I blame myself for a lot of the stuff thats happened while I was gone.

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