I'm sad to report that I will no longer be posting any new pictures, I have too much going on to do it anymore. that and I made a promise to myself that by my 21st birthday if I hadn't gone PINK yet then enough was enough. It was fun, I met a ton of amazing people and I've learned so much about myself. I want to thank SG and all of its wonderful members for all the support and good times. I want to thank Ronintally for all of his help and amazing work. Good luck to all the hopefuls, I wish you the luck I didn't have, and I hope that what ever you choose to do in life, may it come from the heart and be successful.
I figure this is a little late, but this is who I really am, and its taken me a while to figure that out.
Who am I? I say "Good Morning" at 2 o clock in the afternoon. I'm herbal and coconut scented. I break peoples hearts with my poetry. I'm a late night early morning snack, and a sweetheart in the twilight. I am drooling over famous guitarist and cookie dough ice cream, all while barefoot and starry eyed. I eat butter and mayonnaise on my bologna sandwiches. I'm music notes and dead languages. I'm overly sensitive, and it shows in my right breast... I'm a stitch in your side, and the laughter on your tongue. I sing, but only so dogs can hear me unless its TOOL and then I'm belting it. I love folk music and hardcore... country and alternative... Indie and world... I'm broken and tied together with thin promises. I'm not a Klutz and I'm certainly not graceful. I'm the least fake person you'll meet. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, but I'm afraid to let you know how I feel. I'm someones Angel and I'm someones vice. I'm sugar coated irony and a late night contradiction. I've never gone a day without laughing or two without crying. I've probably lied to you, but it was to just save yourself from disappointment. I Love you before I've met you, but I can hate you with just as much passion. I'm pressed between the pages of Fantasy and wrapped in the scrolls of a religion I'll never understand. I'm an Indie hipster who can throw down in Spanish. I can promise you nothing, but I can give you everything. I was blessed with a heart and mind, But this curse of overwhelming compassion negates it. I'm a neon doormat with bad language and good advice. I'm no one in the scheme of things, yet I'm the one pulling the strings... of a broken guitar... In reality its just me that's broken. Who am I? I'm everyone, and everyone's me. We are who we are because of who we know. I'm everyone I hate, Everyone I love, everyone I've touched, Everyone I've ever heard, and everyone I've tasted. I'm you.
Peace, love, and harmony.
-Ashbury
I figure this is a little late, but this is who I really am, and its taken me a while to figure that out.
Who am I? I say "Good Morning" at 2 o clock in the afternoon. I'm herbal and coconut scented. I break peoples hearts with my poetry. I'm a late night early morning snack, and a sweetheart in the twilight. I am drooling over famous guitarist and cookie dough ice cream, all while barefoot and starry eyed. I eat butter and mayonnaise on my bologna sandwiches. I'm music notes and dead languages. I'm overly sensitive, and it shows in my right breast... I'm a stitch in your side, and the laughter on your tongue. I sing, but only so dogs can hear me unless its TOOL and then I'm belting it. I love folk music and hardcore... country and alternative... Indie and world... I'm broken and tied together with thin promises. I'm not a Klutz and I'm certainly not graceful. I'm the least fake person you'll meet. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, but I'm afraid to let you know how I feel. I'm someones Angel and I'm someones vice. I'm sugar coated irony and a late night contradiction. I've never gone a day without laughing or two without crying. I've probably lied to you, but it was to just save yourself from disappointment. I Love you before I've met you, but I can hate you with just as much passion. I'm pressed between the pages of Fantasy and wrapped in the scrolls of a religion I'll never understand. I'm an Indie hipster who can throw down in Spanish. I can promise you nothing, but I can give you everything. I was blessed with a heart and mind, But this curse of overwhelming compassion negates it. I'm a neon doormat with bad language and good advice. I'm no one in the scheme of things, yet I'm the one pulling the strings... of a broken guitar... In reality its just me that's broken. Who am I? I'm everyone, and everyone's me. We are who we are because of who we know. I'm everyone I hate, Everyone I love, everyone I've touched, Everyone I've ever heard, and everyone I've tasted. I'm you.
Peace, love, and harmony.
-Ashbury
if not - best of luck and success to you too
I Have Not Seen You In Ages!!!!!!
We Should Hangout Soon!!!!