In our house made of paper, your words all over me. we're under the sheets and you're killing me.

21 year old male. Dreaming the dream, because I can't afford to live it yet.

nunya biz!

A music blog, a party, a magazine... Um blog de música, uma festa, uma revista...

ENJOY LIFE WHILE I LASTS..

●▬▬O▬▬▬▬o▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬o▬▬▬▬O▬▬▬● There is a grand adventure ahead of me. The world is lonely, and so am I. I will not leave a single inch of this earth unmarked by the sole of my shoe. Everyday, I watch the sun rise to its' heights and rest upon mountains, Illuminating the sheets of white that cover its' tips and making it seem as if they were smiling at the inhabitants of this planet (that show them no recognition what-so-ever). During the pinnacle of my day-dreaming I am interrupted by the atmosphere laying a blanket of pure black over the earth. The sun is replaced by the gleaming moon ripping it's way through the darkness. Seventeen years I have burdened this earth. And still, I have yet to begin my journey. I will break through my day dreams and make them reality. ●▬▬O▬▬▬▬o▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬o▬▬▬▬O▬▬▬● The same tedious, worldly routine, daily. The same tiresome people still bask in their own ignorance. They are content. They are all the same. I feel much like a caged bird. One should not have their spirit contained. One should soar alongside nature itself. The raw, untamed nature of this planet and the worlds beyond. I was meant to soar. In inspiration of Chris McCandless. Live on Supertramp. Live on.

19 yr old dreamer... http://www.facebook.com/heyjennyg