Optimistic Super Nova Explosion

Serving Rubber Duck realness!:) (Taken with instagram)

All in the eyes if you don’t realize what is lies (Taken with instagram)

This is Bee. BEE WANTS you to be his friend, or.homie homo. Make It happen please! Find me HERE.

Ayo, THATS ME!

(via delightfullyoptimistic)

Awake & my Chi hummms.

There’s a certain reward in knowing yourself and where you want to go, and it pays off in an unexplained way. I just hope it only keeps getting bigger and better from here, ooo oooo oooo. I can just feel it in my bones, my soul, how right it all is right now… and how perfect it can be… and how easy it might happen.

Fire burns baby, so stay forever young. xoxo -B

I’m no longer playing Captain save a Ho, this is what you sow, then reap it.

I’m glad with where things are going, and D.C. gave me LIFE! Supernova’s Liberation is over and I can’t believe the love and energy I’ve felt everywhere. Philadelphia, Binghamton, New York City, Albany, Atlantic City, Scranton, and Washington D.C.; You’ve been exceptional for the start of something amazing.

:-) Stay Tuned Kids, this summer should be filled with amazing aesthetics and lullabies for your soul! xoxo

Birthday Belini?

& there it was, all he hoped it would be. Wild Beauty and vivid colors pouring out of his veins and chest cavity across the bathroom floor. The aesthetic pleasure never matched in any of his breathes, but all of those sad sad almost moments mattered for those few glances at the end of his life. The end

I am in my own place…My own world.. One I made up of good n bad choices, with no regrets.

No one is begging you to come stay in it, but I’ll fight tooth and nail to the keep the right ones here. I’ll do everything within in my power to help those whom I love, that love me. That show me love, that put in time, that work with me, not against me. I created this world, and I shall live in it. Your exit is of your own choice and free will, I can do nothing about that. But I can gurantee you will miss me when I’m gone, and if you Don’t; you never loved me in the first place.

I hate that its like everyone is leaving to go somewhere, or find something better. Everyone’s always in a rush to define or feel something, everything has a destination. To find your destination is inept, not manifested in the physical. To feel is to know, to know is to see? Quite frankly that irks a part of me. 

Everyone’s in a rush to go somewhere or find something better, I’m still sitting here gun loaded holding a sweater, I should do better. Something inside of me so nauseous it sits, something inside of me so turmoil it can never quit. The day that the fight subside or raging fire might succumb, that would be the day my breathe is done.