VULPES-VULPES

19 yr. old female from Texas.
I'm not here to impress you with tags of my face, reblogged pictures of pretty things, or to say funny shit. I don't know what kind of girl I am, so I'm trying to figure it out.

Listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old. Some would try for fame and glory, others aren't so bold.
Everyone, and friends and family. Saying, "Hey! Get a job! Why do you only do that only? Why are you so odd? We don't really like what you do. We don't think anyone ever will. It's a problem that you have, and this problem's made you ill."
The artist walks alone, someone says behind his back, "He's got his gall to call himself that! He doesn't even know where he's at!" The artist walks among the flowers, appreciating the sun. He does this all his waking hours but is it really so wrong?
They sit in front of their TV, saying, "Hey! This is fun!" And they laugh at the artist, saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun." The best things in life are truly free. Singing birds and laughing bees. "You've got me wrong", says he. "The sun don't shine in your TV."
Listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old. Some would try for fame and glory, others just want to watch the world...