Living,sighing,dying. Slowly dying from my sighing “dying from my insides out into my own artwork” but keep going. I guess I haven’t had enough yet. Let me be and I’m surely mistaken about the way I might be lying in bed thinking about all these different things going on in my own head.Just let me be.
Be a selfish bitch.
Don’t feel bad for going after what you want.
Do that shit on your own fucking terms.
Hold a middle finger up to anyone who puts you down.
Wear what you want.
Do what you want.
Worry about yourself being good before anyone else.
Live life to the fucking fullest.
You run you.
You paint your own damn masterpiece.
Never fucking forget that.