Hi my name is Jules. i don't know what I want or who I am. I live a lie every day, smiling n' pretending to care about my future and crap. I'm no banker or store clerk for damn sure.....in reality all I am is human shaped form. feel free to talk to me 2. I don't judge since I've done everything from A-Z in the fucked up department. -xx
HW: 167
LW: 130
CW: 150.5
UGW: ...dead
Myuki, Myuki
White cat with a beard—-
An herbalist’s assistant,
mix me a psychedelic!
..That makes things look weird.
Sometimes
I feel at once melancholy, ecstatic;
Bottled up, ready to blow and bubble over, fizzing with desire.
Glass belly full,
Flexed and poised for consumption.
My bottle is a temple,
My temple throbs.
I am wet—-
Coarse rain: drenching, drowning;
Green bottles bob past second floor windows.
-J.M.
Waves growl and gnash at the shore,
Sand grating, grinding.
Swirling, tearing blackened feathers—
Remnants of white orange tongues;
Heat beckons Devilishly.
Flecks of a place:
A home, a lost cause—
Ravaged and nondescript, smoldering.
-J.M.
best dressed… can’t help it, I love these girls… boho idols
Hey all, so I’ve been all depress-ed with this weight loss and B+P shtuff so I’ve started a bohemia blog just today to focus on more positive vibes.. if you like, check it out!
Love-Lace-Luck.tumblr.com
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