I change the poetry/writings on my profile regularly. If you enjoy reading it, happen by here often for new shit. ;)
My avi is an old picture of me, but I'm in love with it. I preserve physical objects and memories. I've got a fantastic heart that just happens to be slightly broken right now. I'm content with who I am and that's something not many people can say. I'm twenty. I love my little spider monkey.
Family is everything.
I'm a big heart that knows how to have fun. I love with my existence and my soul tends to hate me for it.
Fun facts about me? I'm not scared to get dirty. I have interests that are usually those of a man. I'm sexy and I know it, but I'm not very confident. I don't have an expensive bedroom set or designer clothes. I wear a size 5 1/2 shoe and it's really hard to find cute heels that small. I smoke and I drink, I can unclog a sink and I'm not any more scared of you than you are of petite little me. All 5'2" inches and 110 pounds of me loves the life I live. I act impulsively, but in turn I usually react accordingly. I love Call of Duty and Rock Band. I play the real guitar, too. I enjoy being photographed. I'm a human full of flaws and I've no issue admitting that. I have a penchant for tattoos and men that are toned all over. I make people feel good about themselves as often as possible. Hugs are my virtue.
Fast cars, crotch rockets, guns, bod mods of any and every type and music. The end.
Ya don't dig me? Fair enough. I turn you off? You turn me off. Carry on.
Angel of mine, you've taken my hand. It surprised me. Running wild and free, I never thought I could be tamed. The places I've been since your birth, the places I still plan to go---all of these are places I'd never have considered if it wasn't for you. So while you grow, grow along side me. Try not to stray, though rebellious I'm sure you'll be. If you turn out to be even slightly similar to myself, you'll run as far as you can. Just remember that momma loves you. From whatever far away land it may be, from whatever sideline I might have to stand and suffer silently from, I will always be the angel that created your wings... right along side God Himself.

Pregnancy is beautiful.

You arrive
Shoes by the door
Pair by pair order

Prepare that man
The show goes on
It's up to you and him

Sell yourself short
As long as you
Rate winnings of some sort

Drill with the drones
You've given in
To what you'll never know

Faster is fine
Fastest is best and
how?
You'll learn in time

Step one, four, nine
February through October
Get yourself in line

Up in the clouds
Soaring with each part
of whom I can not tell

A thumb, a print a plastic
Drained
Frowning
Forfeit

Deep in the dirt
The holes of hands
Held tightly
Does it hurt?

Falsified love
Graced your plaid shirt
that pearl snaps up
and up

Faced, speed alone
Alexandria
fire pit you
called home

No answer there,
Machine picks up and loves you
more,
I swear

Than maybe she
Pleasing you with
crude possibilities

Younger than I,
the spirit of the soul
drenched in my lies

Weakest love I stand
for you,
but never,
I'm enough

For me it's there,
the fae and ghosts will
take me
free of fare

You worry not,
shall reminisce when
time is right,
to rot

Hike up your pack,
hump mile for grain
of sand that holds your
slack

Emphasized,
corrections of
this love
trench wretch
my life.


I never felt more beautiful than I did when I was pregnant.



I don't give a shit what you think about me or my life. I do, however, care about you. I love people in general, though lots of them piss me off on a regular basis. If you need to talk about something, I'll definitely listen and probably have good advice, so try me!


I'm not a 'professional' model, but I do manage to make a small amount of money doing it here and there locally. I love it!










I forgot to mention that I'm a fucking bad ass... so yeah. Recognize bwaha!


Oh, and the other love of my life is the Springfield compact XD .45. =D



Bare feet running up the rain soaked drive
Smoke finding its way through the night time sky
Laughter coming from a southern state
Takin' me to my happy place

One more bottle, maybe two or three
Makin' me pretty for my date with you
That date likely will not ever come
I'm still soakin' up my night time sun

Home, home's down somewhere old
Older than where my roots are grown
I've been ripped up a time or two
All keeps me comin' back to you

Fried steak cookin' on the midnight fire
Car shows takin' up my Sunday hours
Classic paint, whoop ass and kettle corn
Never say you weren't amply warned

Lyin' in the bed of that rust bucket
Fire engine red, throw a party, a fit
Ride that bike in my low-cut shorts
Every second counts for all different sorts

Home, home's where I've barely been
The happiest times I have ever spent
Toledo Bend's callin' out my name
I'll pretend you're not doin' the same

Wakin' up in a new, strange place
Last night's make up on my face
I roll over to see if you're there,
You're as much here as you are anywhere

Strange is is something I seem to grow
Same people here that I'll never know
No fire flies, swamps or gators here
Fall leaves, cool air, white tailed deer

Home, home's where I run away
Make new memories every day
Pray to God I'll find a way to stay
In my home, home away from home.

Ew!!
Don't call him that!
Call him mjfm hahaha jk!
So I went to a sex toy party lastnite and your house clearner lady was there!
Wtf!!!
Hahahaha!!