Hey, my name is Chelsea.
Photography.
Old Punk.
Alice In Wonderland.
New Wave.
Canon Junkie.
Okinawa.
Art.
Tattoos.
Besties.
Mac.
Sarcasm.
Originality.
Fish.
Black And White.
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Books.
Fun.
Friends.
Piercings.
Cooking.
Akward Moments.
Sunshine.
Laughing.
Gloomy Bears.
Music.
Supercross.
Writing.
Guitar.
Reflective Sun Glasses.
The Smell Of Rain.
Flat Land.
The Desert.
The Tropics.
Rainbows.
Old Horror Movies.
The Beach.
Painting.
I'm mostly laid back, but I can get crazy and loud. I have 5tattoos and a few piercings. I give everyone a chance. If you mess that chance up, everyone deserves another one. NOBODY IS PERFECT, and I realize that. I feel bad for people who are out of high school and whos minds never left. Being a bitch is NOT cool, its pathetic, so don't kidd yourselves. I do NOT tolerate idiocy or rudeness. I keep almost every picture I take, so I can remember the good and the bad. I do my best to not have pointless emotions, but they come shining through every once and a while. I am sure this world is not big enough for me, and I intend to prove it by traveling every corner of the globe. I've already got a good start. The ocean is the only place I can see myself spending my years. I've lived all over the world, and I love it. The coolest place I have ever lived is Okinawa. I am going to be in National Geographic one day. Photography means alot to me, it is my major. Art helps the bad fade away. I love my family, and they mean everything+1 to me. I am learning slowly that I am not strong enough to live without my Lord. I am trying to change the way I am, into something better. I am going to show the world this amazing planet that God has created for us.
I am an open book. Ask and I will almost always tell you.
I am always changing.
I am not perfect.
I am lazy.
I am HUMAN.
The Morning Man streams through the dingy window, harsh on my skin. I can see him through my eyelids. He is always to early. My eyes caked with last nights pretty face. Lady Danger smeared down my cheek. Sore legs lead to sore arms. Hose cling damp to my 2 pm shadow. Sequence dress hangs freely on the hamper, right where I left it. My throat tired from a night of drinking, screaming, smoking, and the consumption of the occational illegal substance. High-heels probably not the best option for footwear. My red, raw skin blistered in symmetrical diamonds. Sitting up. More of a thought than a task. How shall I defeat the headache this week? Hangovers are one hell of a bitch.
Damn that Morning Man.
Damn Saturday afternoons.
-ChelseaSmith
And the moral is:
Before you judge me take a look at you. Can't you find something better to do? Point the finger, slow to understand, arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand.
People who lack the strength to be themselves are always trying to tear down those who do.
Violence is never the best option, but it is an option.
If you can't be yourself around me, don't bother being around.
Love, Laugh, Live. But mostly Love.
Open your eyes, and your heart.
There are times to be loud. Wait for them.
Check out my art at
http://piercingpervert.deviantart.com/
http://rancid-pen.deviantart.com/
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