testing 1,2,3. Heart is bursting.Mind is exploding. Soul is flying.Hello & Welcome~I love &enjoy all things: cute| food | music | &art.-I reblog things I adore & things that inspire me. -I post things from my life and I also do Art. Check out my "Art & Sketches" tab down below. Enjoy!!!~
hey boy, have you heard the word~ this girl, got her eyes on you, watchin’ you, wantin’ you. she’ll speak of anything that will rhyme, to pass time. she’ll get into flow to find her way and go to the places you love the most. to find out what you know. to find out what keeps your heart beating, keep that breath of yours thieving of all the oxygen in the world, that is continuously depleting. to find out what makes you tick and maybe even things that make you, or could break you. It might just be amusement for this chick, wanting to see if you’re worth something more than just a dream she sees. For many you’d be that one night ride, making endless means to stay alive, such an easy life. What a lie that would be. Females dropping their dollar bills, slipping them in places you never thought possible. Ohhhh if it were only that way. Making female bodies sway to your every move, like mindless zombies lining in line to be with you. But this girl man, whatever the case - she won’t stop, no matter what your past harbors. And it’s crazy how she’s persistent over someone she has yet to know. She told me she’d want to start with your name, so she can come by and say hello. But for others out there you’d think she’s a stalker, or you’d be the one to stalk-her, because she’s quite the lady. Her looks and everything. Men are this way with her, the way she is with you. Could you blame this beauty, this burning flame? Do you think you could teach her something new, give her a total deal, an eye opener, give her another view. To make her see things she has never known, pull her off of her throne and humble that heart, she thought could never take anyone. No one but you and you alone that she has her eyes on.
[that muse of a friend didn’t read it well sooo I put this here again to see later x) ]
I’m playing by passions rules. If passion were a person, and maybe he is. And you just don’t know him. You, you’re the excuse. When I told you, you were my muse but at that moment you ignited the fuse to blow up the room that we were both in. The last thing I’d have to say is… to play a wrong note can be quite significant. Because there I stood with passion and you denied such sweet offerings. For whatever reason you did not listen to any of my sincerity that was being spoken, it is inexcusable.
[just writing. (: a friend ignited the spark but could careless as to what it was~ soo I’ll put this here to look back on later]
The mind is awake and this body asleep. Anxious and in waiting for silence to meet, the noise in the wake outside the dream. It is there that one longs to be, to reach the unseen happenings. A dreams dream, a stories story, links in which entwines destiny. As moments pass the sleepless sleeps and continues to journey into dreams untouched, and unfolding stories. Sleep takes the ones awake. Oh such romance and peace! Oh how it is meant to be!
the bajau laut are some of the world’s last true sea normads, living as they have for centuries almost entirely in the waters of the coral triangle (“the amazon of the seas”) on long boats known as lepa lepa.
hunters of fish, pearls and sea cucumbers, the bajau people free dive to depths of 20 meters, hold their breath for up to three minutes, and spend up to 60% of their time in the water submerged - the equivalent of a sea otter. it is a common practice amongst bajau people to intentionally burst their ear drums at an early age to deal with the problem of equalizing.
as photographer james morgan explains, “traditional bajau cosmology - a syncretism of animism and islam - reveals a complex relationship with the ocean, which for them is a multifarious and living entity. there are spirits in currents and tides, in coral reefs and mangroves.” the bajau people, for example, will not spit in the ocean.
in the last few decades, dwindling fish stocks and government efforts have forced many to settle permanently on land and abandon a life of self sufficiency known as cari laut, or ‘searching the ocean’. a dwindling few, however, still choose to live the majority of their lives at sea
Temari Balls - The Creation of a 88 Year Old Japanese.
The amazing creations of a 88 year old japanese grandmother, practicing with talent the art of “Temari“, a Chinese art imported into Japan in the 7th century.
Dirty feet monkey
These past months I’ve been breaking promises I’ve made to myself ages ago. I keep renewing them, trying to keep myself safe and sane. It makes me think of marriage and divorce - except with myself. Maybe I’m just crazy. Perhaps I’m trying to preserve the purity of the thought/ promise(s) as when I first had it. Innocence eventually fades, like the color or youth of pressed petals trapped in a book. It fades and one can only look at it as it once was. I feel as though I’ve been telling lies to the ones I love most. That these truths are but an illusion, even though it is what it is and it really isn’t a lie. I’m not lying. It’s more of the feeling of unsettlement and I can’t quite say who, what, where and when. But I’ll tell you what I feel and think in the best way possible that is to tell you the truth. I’ve been walking circles and lately I’ve looped and swirled around people I thought wanted to be my friend. But then I remember I’m the same way - there is no perfection here. And holding such ideas or expectations of people can be quite disastrous. I’ve been fumbling around saying “I’m sorry” where sorry is not needed or cared for. But I’m saying it anyway and I’m saying it where lies aren’t created. And that it only comes from the most vulnerable space in my heart. Where pain needs to turn into forgiveness. I’m even saying it to mend roads that haven’t been meet halfway. To the ones with a shield around themselves, to the ones who are much too afraid to let me in. I’m doing my best to not cave and let them in - to let you in even though you’ll leave or that anyone will leave, could and will. But maybe we shouldn’t close the doors and instead to leave them open. They do not have to be wide open but at least unlocked. And maybe that’s why we keep revisiting or opening doors to the past or to memories that are laid broken - hoping to fix or to still forgive what has already been done. That all that is right isn’t easy to do. And what needs to be done is for love to continuously flow through these open doors and for everything to be okay. Then maybe you and I will stay.
Before I forget. I dreamed of
grandma smiling, butterflies blooming from her hands.
large affectionate dogs
another elderly lady
When the land meets the sea. The mass of water blankets over the skin of earth. Like arms sunk into the depths, holding all that it can.