Ryan Rawr

Those people from my past, the friends I used to talk to everyday.. and especially my parents.

I mean, if my child wasn’t in my life, I would feel terrible.  

Maybe I’m just a piece of art.

An object for people to see. To observe. To connect with, interpret all my lines, what I have, what I’m lacking. To see the pain in my eyes, the longing for affection.

And then walk away, onto the next piece in the gallery.

I haven’t gotten any messages, pictures, questions, nudes, stalker comments, or complaints in ages!

:(

Or sends me pictures.

Or sends nudes.

Or comments on my stuff.

Or emails me.

Or adds me on facebook.

Bonues questions: How many of you use cam4?

(Source: lacedsoul)

Ask me stuff?

Http://lacedsoul.tumblr.com/ask

But you guys never talk to me! Ask me stuff, anon or not. I’m all drugged up.

Http://lacedsoul.tumblr.com/ask

Or submit me stuff. ;)

I don’t question it. 

I think about him all the time.

When we are apart, I can’t wait to see him again.

Being in his arms is home.

(Source: lacedsoul)