heyy there. My name is Devon.
You can pretty much call me anything you want to. Dev, Devon, Devious,
whatever floats your boat, k?
I've accomplished a lot at the young age of 16. I have no time for
time. I like being in the dark, but I'm scared of it. The sun is
almost never up when I'm outside. My days run into nights and back
into days. The air I breathe is never fresh. Sleep isn't important.
Success is music to my ears. Hands are therapy. Distance is my second
nature. Art is my middle name. I live in a glass box everyday. Music
reminds me of wind. Faces are just a canvas.
So life's catching up to me, and it's a good feeling. I worked hard
for over a year to get to where I'm at. I'm super proud of myself.
It's a weird feeling when you know you've grown up. When you get those
letters in the mail with you're name on it, just to tell you you're
Certified Make-up Artist.
^ Sounds good right
Nothing's stopping me. Not the economy. Not finances. Not even a
For once, I'm completely happy with the life I made for myself. And
I'm lovin it :D
I'm growing up, and way too fast. I love being in love. I wear
over-sized clothing. I smoke. I drink. I have fun. I'm going places in
life and actually achieving my goals. I love what family I have left,
and I love my friends. I've done good by wrapping my life up in
amazing people. Be civil to me, I'll be civil back. But I refuse to
stoop to low levels to make my words heard. I'd rather not go round;
with immature little girls. Leave your insecurities at the door.
ASK FOR MY MYSPACE