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*Ken Kardashian* [Boy Barbie]

With eyes black as coals, yet hot as embers-- watches from a distance as the raging inferno which I

About Me


I don't see the need in bluffing or hiding behind some stereotypical gay facade just to attract others to what they believe to be you. Especially someone who can become emotionally attached rather quickly, like myself.
It defeats the purpose of befriending someone. For in reality, it is the lies you begin to believe, the bluffs you learn to trust, and the person you fall madly in love with is less of a reality than the boy you dream of each night under the pale lonesome moon.
This new "perfect guy" is merely a perfect lie and the poster boy of your dreams turns into the face of your nightmares while your fears of dying alone creep closer and closer to the foot of your bed each dawn.
The morning dew mirrors your moistened eyelids, glistening with a subtle dampness and chill, speaking secrets of the tears you shed in your solemn slumber from the wretched prior eve.
With that said, I am Spencer. Some Love me, Some Hate me. It is life.
I have lived my life to its fullest thus far, i don't plan on stopping now.
I have made HUGE mistakes, paid big prices for minor indiscretions, burned bridges and rose from the ashes a new person.
I have soared to new heights, traveled to new and distant places and paved new roads for myself. All to find the same things happen no matter where you go. The places arent the problems. The choices made are. And the only one to change your ways is yourself.
But don't fret, for there is No Saint without a past, and no Sinner without a future.Just follow your heart, listen to your gut, and don't allow anyone to stand in the way of the life you deserve to make for yourself.
And don't ever frown, because you never know who could be falling in love with your smile.
Thanks for taking the time to read the nonsensical ramblings of my extremely bored and unstimulated mind.
Drop me a line, you might be one send button away from making your new best friend. <3
XOXO.
Spencer Wells
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HOTT SERBIAN GIRLS! <3 S.V.D. So Sexi!
Coffee
Pink things
Aveda
Tattoos
Italian Denim
my yellow VESPA
candles, incense, oils And bubble baths
romance
NOT SEXY'S:
bugs
slimy things
cous-cous
new growth/ visible roots
the words "moist" "vein" "snack" And "p*ssy" (eww.)
whores
drama
fat girls in 2 peices.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:


I don't know if these thoughts I think are mine. I don't remember when I started thinking them; I don't really remember if there was a point I didn't think them. But still I worry, that they are stolen from you, and my mind has just simply chosen to forget how you were the one to think them first, how you spoke them to me and I eagerly listened, absorbing them into my mind and body and soul and heart. I fear I am a thief and a con man, I have stolen your passion, stolen your beliefs, and now preach them as if they were my own. Or maybe...I have simply borrowed these things. I am only holding onto them, until something new comes along, something that makes more sense to me. When that happens I'm sure I'll return your precious thoughts and soon I'll forget I ever loved them, ever sat there and spent hours alone with them. I'm sorry if it upsets you that I take the inner workings of your mind without permission, but you are my muse, you who shines as brightly as the sun and yet are still so easily gazed upon. You who's voice washes over me and takes me back to a time before guilt and pride and shame ruled me. Please forgive me, I'll return what I have taken shortly, just as soon as I have found another who's thoughts entice me.

Salvadore Dali,
Chihuly,
Nelson Mandella,
MLK Jr.,
J F Kennedy,
Franklin D Roosevelt,
Mother Theresa,
and YOU!

My Blog

Coastal Contemplation. The inner workings of my anything-but-genius mind.

i went to watch the sunset on the beach solo for a bit tonight. and i got to thinking... i have really pushed a lot of you guys away within the past few months. i am sorry, but as i am sure you have n...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Aug 2009 19:04:00 GMT

The Warmth of the Frost

Why is it that we choose to open our hearts to the men who's words are daggers? So softly spoken cutting through the tattered ropes that hold our fragile soul together. Should we be weary of the sly f...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 09:39:00 GMT

The Sky Is Broken

see the storm is Broken in the middle of the nightnothing left here for mehas washed awaythe rain pushes the buildings asidethe sky turns blackthe skywatch it fallpush it out to seatheres nothing left...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 17:08:00 GMT

"Anything my heart desires"

I shall never wish for money What good would money do My pockets are bottomless If only I have you I dont need flowers Your love is my rose I smell your warm embrace Tingling at the tip of my...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 07:57:00 GMT