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THESE BITCHES WANT NIKES. THEY LOOKING FOR A CHECK. I TELL EM IT AIN’T LIKELY. SAID SHE NEED A RING LIKE CARMELO. MUST BE ON THAT WHITE LIKE OTHELLO. ALL YOU WANT IS NIKES. BUT THE REAL ONES. JUST LIKE YOU. JUST LIKE ME. I DON’T PLAY, I DONT MAKE TIME. BUT IF YOU NEED DICK I GOT YOU AND I YAM FROM THE LINE. POUR UP FOR A$AP. RIP PIMP C. RIP TRAYVON, THAT NIGGA LOOK JUST LIKE ME. WOOO, FUCCKKINN BUZZINNN WOOOO. THAT MY LIL COUSIN, HE GOT A LIL TRADE. HIS GIRL KEEP THE SCALES, A LIL MERMAID. WE OUT BY THE POOL SOME LIL MERMAIDS. ME AND THEM GEL, LIKE TWIGS WIT DEM BANGS. NOW THAT’S A REAL MERMAID. YOU BEEN HOLDING YOUR BREATH. WEIGHTED DOWN. PUNK MADRE, PUNK PAPA. HE DON’T CARE FOR ME, BUT HE CARES FOR ME. AND THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH. WE DON’T TALK MUCH OR NOTHING. BUT WHEN WE TALKING BOUT SOMETHING, WE HAVE GOOD DISCUSSION. I MET HIS FRIENDS LAST WEEK. FEELS LIKE THEY’RE UP TO SOMETHING. THAT’S GOOD FOR US. WE’LL LET YOU GUYS PROPHESY. WE’LL LET YOU GUYS PROPHESY. WE GON SEE THE FUTURE FIRST. WE’LL LET YOU GUYS PROPHESY. WE GON SEE THE FUTURE FIRST. LIVING SO THE LAST NIGHT, FEELS LIKE A PAST LIFE. SPEAKING OF THE DON’T KNOW WHAT GOT INTO PEOPLE, DEVIL BE POSSESSING HOMIES DEMONS TRY TO BODY JUMP. WHY YOU THINK I’M IN THIS BITCH WEARING A FUCKING YARMULKE. ACID ON ME LIKE THE RAIN. WEED CRUMBLES INTO GLITTER. RAIN. GLITTER. WE LAID OUT ON THIS WET FLOOR. AWAY TURF, NO ASTRO. MESMERIZED HOW THE STROBES GLOW, LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE FEET DANCE. I KNOW THAT YOUR NIGGA CAME WITCHA. BUT HE AIN’T WITCHA. WE ONLY HUMAN AND IT’S HUMID IN THESE BALMAINS. I MEAN MY BALLS STICKING TO MY JEANS. WE BREATHING PHEROMONES, AMBER ROSE. SIPPING PINK GOLD LEMONADES. FEELING. I MAY BE YOUNGER, BUT I’LL LOOK AFTER YOU. WE’RE NOT IN LOVE BUT I’LL , MAKE LOVE TO YOU. WHEN YOU’RE NOT HERE, I’LL SAVE SOME FOR YOU. I’M NOT HIM, BUT I’LL MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU. I’LL MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU.
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(Source: frankocean)
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the last.
It’s been a journey. I’ve come to find with deciding that this EDC will be my fifth and final year that there’s more I want to change: more I want to do.
The recklessness has been fun but I’m not getting younger. I’m definitely not recovering as fast as I could before. I’ve found that I have lost that anxiety I always had talking to people by throwing myself out there into such a friendly, welcoming environment. I have heard all the bad stories about EDC, but why do you think some people keep going back?
The attitude of the majority of edc-goers is positive vibes and that only can come from within. And then you spread it like a wildfire.
This year was not any different. It’s an addictive feeling. I wish it wasn’t only at these events. People tell you their stories, their lives and livelihood, how they came to find this place. It’s why some of us call it Home.
Electric Daisy Carnival Las Vegas will always have a home in my heart.
I want to bring all that I’ve learned from it out of the festival. Apply it to my own life. Spread it to everyone else. I can’t say I won’t want to visit it in the future.
All that is said and done I’m on a mission of self improvement. A quest of pursuing my goals and future. Dropping some bad habits as well (picked up because of festivals funny enough).
If you still want to keep up with me, I can send you my instagram, snapchat, or facebook.
It’s been a long ride, Tumblr. Sayonara.
Love,
-Miles.
Used misfit tracker at edc
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