You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide.
My Name is Bowen and this is my tumblr blog. I'm very open about a lot of things so if you ever have a question my ask box is open. Thank you!
Call me: 203.695.3493
I like to text too.
hecka lame man. do it! it’s okay, I understand shyness but I’m telling you there’s nothing to be afraid of :)
do it! you’ll still be anon :)
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yknow i hate having a chat on tumblr back and forth through messages. why dont you text me instead? my number is on my blog and open for anyone. don’t be shy
hell yeah bring it in. hug it out yo. im here for a hug and i aint leaving without one
this isn’t about me
stuck in gray water, I do not float
it’s rushing into my face filling my eyes with smoke and ash that gets peeled off of my fingers every night.
I’ve got a stuffy nose and a heart that can’t be beat, made out of the same stones found in the gravel of my head.
the gravel walked on everyday by my new shoes that already have holes in them.
I still wear those shoes everyday not to remind myself of anything
not even because they’re comfortable.
they’ve grown on me.
they belong in every self portrait that’s made and every promise I fill my lungs with the same smoke dripping bullets out of my eyes.
I don’t want gray water to fall out and splash on my shoes or onto the gravel anymore.
I want to float but I can’t change anything about myself without making you look less beautiful in my own cloudy pupils.
I’ll never stop drowning until I start swimming.
when my arms reach forward and pull back my fingers through my own murky water, maybe then I’ll start to swim, and when i learn to swim maybe I’ll learn to float.
and then everything will be blue all at once.