Heart is bursting.
Mind is exploding.
Soul is flying.
Hello & Welcome~
-I'am 23 soon to be 24.
-I live in Hawaii.
-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.
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"Art & Sketches" tab down below.
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.
Maya and Faith~ whahahahhaa #love #pitbulls #maya #faith
Vivid dreams come to me. Tidal waves digging into the shore. The way the waves spread across the sand, digging and spouting off like fountains or blow holes of whales. Waves digging and crashing. I dreamed I was being pulled into the storm. I held on for dear life
In the house it was quiet and still when morning came, the waves smaller, still digging and thrashing into the shore. An unfamiliar girl stays with us, we all eat food. Then there’s a wedding. I was wearing a black dress with flowers on branches, embedded with lines of silver.
Sister was frozen like a block of ice. We were surrounded by an army, a cold war. They carried her and wanted to feed her to the zombies, or some kind of crazy monster that was out there.
New York. Nostalgic feelings - I didn’t want to leave. I shouldn’t have left. Food and family.
All but a whirl, framed illusions passing like clouds. A gradient of colors. Light and dark. Sunrise, blue and greys, warm tones…
Spin. Spin. Spinning #igkids #instagram #hawaii #igfun @xjoanex
- Jeff Stuckel (via psych-facts)
My life has caught a flame and it’s burning me from within. It’s poison that thrives and fuels this need. The need to run from all that is good. For what is good, becomes hard for some. Some -someone like me. Sparks that burst and that turn to fire, no warmth is here but only greed. For these eyes of mine are fooled, fooled and filled with envy. Flames are dancing and for those that rise -heaven awaits them. But mine do not and it’s just holes and pits digging deep caverns to darken this abyss. I have caught on fire, and these flames I cannot trust. All this hurt and pain is what I’am. Just to turn me into ash and dust. And when I scatter, all I’ll know is this. I have caught on flame, and to burn this way -is such a waste.