Chris. Eighteen. Dude. Residing in Florida. Melbourne; come stalk me. Straight, In a relationship. Into Erica, Lana Del Rey, Kim Kardashian, Ariana Grande, butts, clouds, storms, cold, fire, warmth, sleep, money, chicks, landscapes, music, dreary, literature, snow, snoring, cuddling, the word fierce, holding hands, dates, boobs, caring too much, humor, sarcasm, cars, piano, cologne, quotes, being ignored, fine writing instruments, Voss, Nike, candles, Audi. Sorry if there's naked women on my blog. It's anatomy.
Work; Buy; Consume; Die.
"That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste."
My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.
Dont worry about the matter of "Is the glass half full, or half empty?" Instead, be thankful that you even have a cup to drink from.
