welcome
WELCOME TO : my dreams, my thoughts, my wonders, my ambitions, my heart, my laughter, my style, my surroundings, my art , and my creativity. WELCOME TO : a refreshing breathe of air after putting a strong mint in your mouth.
WELCOME TO : something like elation when you first open your eyes.
WELCOME TO : the art of conversation with the insane. WELCOME TO : humming a broken tune all day long.
WELCOME TO : anything and everything.
WELCOME TO ASHLEY
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
R.I.P

Friday, August 26, 2011
it's so much nonsense , it's on my conscience
The public.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
ima little on the late side
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
in my dreams
I'm scared to lose love but even more scared to love again
The anger I've adopted. The feelings been aborted
So now I press ignore if ever Cupid tried to call up
They call me better now. See when everything is stopped
And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not
Notice everything it wasn't. Realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
Cause in the end its not bout what you put in.
Fuck kissing and hugging. They love pushing your buttons.
New love is so beautiful. Time just makes it ugly.
But fuck it i accept it. no longer will neglect it
That means I never trust em.
Which way from here?

Jai Paul
Beginning a delicate pop tune with the words "Don't fuck with me" is weird enough, but London's Jai Paul takes things even further, throwing in some wobbly synths, blaster samples, and weird vocal harmonies without ever losing sense of the tune's melodic core. As this song is a demo, there's no release information on it yet. Still, head over to dude's MySpace for some more tunes.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
but it was really my heart on the line.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
it felt like it had been forever..
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
WHERE'D YOU GO?
Matthew Leonard
"I wannah go back ... Back then , soo we can start again "
about an hour ago via Text Message
Here we go again.. im stuck in my ways. Shit happens for shit to happen, its cause and effect. Im sorry . it seems like my brain is wired this way .
Indeed we have been through alot and lately things seem to be sour . maybe its me.. ive noticed a pattern in my relationships. SO I COULD TAKE THE BLAME... but simply ... its not the case... at first im the sweetest thing.. but once you fuck up... its like it sets off something and i change slowly... i dnt do it on purpose.
RIGHT NOW I THINK IM JUST VENTING
but for it to get to the point where you have to say "we look foward or go our own ways" WHERE HAVE I BEEN ? has it really gotten to that point? yeah.. we've been arguing ALOT. but overall ... Our relationship is good. We just butt heads cause we're always striving for who is right .. and in a relationship WHY THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER?
ive come along way .. along way ...and i dnt like dealing with the bull shit .I warned you in the beautiful begining how i was. Why didnt you just pay attention to the warnings love? i didnt mess up. you have, and i learned to cope with it because i see something in you .. but i blame myself for the change . Now it comes to the choice.. but if we look foward .. will we really be looking foward ... and if we go our seperate ways we've wasted so much and would it be worth it?
Thursday, March 3, 2011
again.
Damn, I love you, but this is crazy,
I have to fight you almost daily,
We break up so fast,
And we, we make up so passionately
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
x3
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Any other day, I would of just let you, pass me by Cuz I see you got situations And I've got mine but baby its OK

Her face glow like I was exposed to sunlight
She's happy,
The smell of her fragrance, baffled my nostrils
I can see through her eyes, she's feeding on in the possible
She blushes, as I kept splashing her compliments
Polite thank yous, is all around, she crush the mints
Developments, smooth keys from the piano
Changed the mood, like we changed the channel
This is art, Picasso, I got him beat in the flesh
I'm staring at beauty, Nefertiti, heaven bone in the chest
Yes, everywhere she step, went off like a flare gun
Stilettos on, parquet floors
Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three
Bad little mama, she built like Alicia Keys
No facade, her strut is hard, based on books by
Intelligent jail crooks, writing to let the time fly