21. Male. NY. Here's mah blog. NSFW, 18+, images aren't mine and I don't claim ownership unless otherwise stated.
Sex. Skating. Graffiti art. EDM/EBM. Hip Hop. Metal/Core. I beatbox. Bit of a survival enthusiast/outdoorsman. I'm a writer. I like thinking. I have a stutter.
Very free love, open minded, and extremely unjudgmental. I think math is fun and kindness is sexy. Hope you enjoy my blog and have a nice day.
Talk about self pity, jfc. Come on, Zack. Get your shit together. Guilt ridden, apologetic poop.
You know that r&b kind of song that’s somewhat new, female vocalist, with lyrics that go something like “I don’t know how to make love, but I sure know how to fuck”? Yea, well, welcome to the opposite. Well… Mostly.
“Fucking”, to me, I don’t know…. I feel it lacks emotion, I suppose. It’s all semantics, though.
I want to feel your lips on mine.
I fall asleep imagining us holding hands.
Your words echo throughout my head.
You make me smile.
Though I do want to try and get myself integrated within a community of people that represent who I want to become. But I guess what I want to become should be able to be done from any and all types of communities.
Hm.. Sometimes it is helpful being surrounded in order to remind myself and keep me focused.