Children of the WIld Ones



I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed

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warmbodiesaskingforlove: xD Who didn’t do this when they were kids?  It was mandatory

warmbodiesaskingforlove:

xD Who didn’t do this when they were kids? 

It was mandatory

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You know how scents have the strongest attachment to memory? Gunpowder is a strong, familiar scent that almost boarders comforting. Probably because the only time my dad had anything to do with me was when he was teaching me to use a gun/hunting with me. So, I guess you could say, the smell of gun smoke/powder is sorta like a hallucinant-a reminder that sometime, a long, long time ago, I had a dad 

You know how scents have the strongest attachment to memory?

Gunpowder is a strong, familiar scent that almost boarders comforting.

Probably because the only time my dad had anything to do with me was when he was teaching me to use a gun/hunting with me.

So, I guess you could say, the smell of gun smoke/powder is sorta like a hallucinant
-a reminder that sometime, a long, long time ago, I had a dad 

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