The name I was given is Brianna, My life consists of Murrieta. San Diego. Heart to hearts. Sleep overs. Satirical miracles. Hardcore Shows. Musical instruments. Dancing. Thrift stores. Hoodies. Piercings. Intellect. Vans without socks. Contemporary art. Tattoos. Strong friendships. Holding Hands. Boys with bicycles. Skinny Jeans. Modeling. Hikes. Long hugs. Cupcakes. Book Stores. Grindcore. Body modifications. Flannels. Taco Bell. Photography. vodka. Reading. Lots of water. MAC makeup. Crunch Berries. Camping. Summer. Obsessive Compulsive. Loud music. Beer. Arguing. Being unconcerned. Sushi. Myspace. Surfing. Mascara. & Dirtbikes.
PLEASE STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES ONLY SAYING Hey, what's up? I will not reply because that will just lead to a pointless conversation. I love talking to people about interesting subjects with some sort of substance.
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain." -James Douglas Morrison
