See, I don’t know if God’s real
But if he is I can image how God feels
And there’s things I’d discuss with him
I bet he wouldn’t change much
But there’s shit he would have done different

When my grandpa passed away
I remember saying bye on his last few days
And I’m hoping there’s a heaven
I want to meet again
And I never met anybody as positive as him
Not many were as sick as him
But he didn’t let the illness kill his grin

And that’s why I went ahead and inked my skin
Cause I remember the smile when I think of him

Had an awesome day yesterday…….

now I’m paying for it -.-

First day back at the gym, planning my day and my eating seems to be working :D

I’m proud of what I once struggled with, and that I came out of it alive. some what healthy. and actually in a fantastic place in life, mind and soul.

I tattooed over them, not for society’s comfort. But for me. So that every time I look down on once something I found so ugly about myself, I see that I am beautiful, in my own messed up way. And I expect myself to maintain that beauty, in my mind and soul. To know I may have struggled…..but fuck look at me now.

Cant wait to get out of recovery and get back into the gym! awyeah.