i came to claim a space in the land of tumblr and to spew my musical entities [and then some] out onto yet another social media outlet... can you dig it?

 

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Joan Crawford (via misswallflower)

Haven’t tumbled in a while. Poops.

things you need to know

#1) Go to Facebook.com/StefanyMayz and click “like”. It doesn’t cost anything and you will be making people happy by doing so.

#2) Go to iTunes or WHEREEVER you *legally* buy your music and search for Stefany Mayz. If you only download one song make sure you download “Relentless (Acoustic)” because 100% of the proceeds benefit the Princess Buttercup Foundation - a small foundation dedicated to rescuing and rehabilitating pit bulls as well as educating the public on proper dog ownership :)

#3) TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! :D YAY!
Stefany Mayz

Venting. Dont read unless ya wanna be mad.

Too much serious shit going on in my life. I’ve never been more worried about my niece’s well-being than i am now. She (and we) need prayers. Please.

With that said, as much as i’d love to vent about that, i’ll go on and vent about my usual venial nonsense in sorta-kinda-poetry form… here it goes..
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fuck you.
i said i needed you.
i wanted to tell you what was on my mind,
you never even gave me the chance.
you ignored me like you always fuckin do.
go back to highschool and play your stupid fuckin games with those little girls.
i dont have time for this shit.
i fucking care about you,
i wanted you more than anyone else.
And like an idiot i STILL want you.
but not like this.
you can’t even give me the fuckin time of day.

As for this other bitch,
i remember when you told me she was no good
and you couldn’t even stand her.
now you’re up her ass so far, you’re given her a fuckin colonoscopy.
Seriously?
Whatever. I derseve better.
Just give me some time and i’ll forget these feelings.
Keep on ignoring me,
before ya know it, enough time will pass and you’ll be just a memory.
Nothing more, with any luck.

Of course, i do have someone else.
He treats me like gold
He doesn’t play games.
He’s honest and real.
He’s everything I want in a man.
But he’s not you.

Why do you torture me like this?
I speak from a completely emotional stand point.
i know that nothing i say is rational,
but that is what you’ve done.
i just want the hurt to be gone,
please make the hurt be gone..