Amazing what a difference a little bit of an eyebrow pencil will do.

Now my eyebrows aren’t looking so feminine. 

Right and it’s also 6:30 in the morning and I haven’t slept a wink so excuse my dumbass face.

Can’t take normal pictures or keep my tongue in my mouth

hi I just showered

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Random face pubes. Excuse the weird brownish shit on the side of my mouth. Eczema is gross. I have shit growing under my chin and now under my lip under the bottom ball.

Muggin’. 

If you can’t tell, that’s my brother and I in the picture behind me during our senior year. Like how my mom forced me into wearing “something feminine”? 

It’s funny how much you can change in two years.

(reading this book for my WGS class…thought it was pretty hilarious seeing that y’know, I fit into that category.)

Ah, tumblr.

I believe I’m going to dropping into the SINS Center tonight.

The last few months of being in a “teenage boy’s room”. 

Edit: I know there are probably some people who will laugh at the things they can see in my bedroom. The Napoleon Dynamite poster, perhaps. The “best friends forever” picture collage of my best friend and I that he gave to me for my 19th birthday. Raggedy pictures and magazine covers torn from the pages of underground and famous publications alike. It’s kind of weird to take a step back and examine my walls. There’s so much more than just this small portion that you can see. And only I can feel the emotion that lingers here. Not often is that feeling happiness. 

This room has been my sanctuary and my prison for the past practically nine years of my life. The room that still holds decoration and proof of years that were very close to being my last. These walls would tell stories that would shock those who heard it, if only they could speak.

It’s strange to think that I may very well be moving out come summer’s end. It’s very hard to think that this room will seem empty and vacant when I come to visit. It’s hard to think that this room will no longer smell of incense and cologne, but air freshener and carpet cleaner.

It’s hard to believe that I’m leaving a part of my life behind me. But it’s time to move on.

I don’t really care about what I post on here anymore.

Good morning, tumblr.

ffffffft. I wish I had blue eyes. Or grey. Dirt brown eyes get boring since everyone has them.