Theres something sweet about the south, yet my toungue is sour.

Charlotte North Carolina.



 Is nothing like Philadelphia and nowhere near close to New Jersey. Yet there are some times and places that make me feel content in the absurd new weather and the charm of the southern hospitality.
No one could ever deny how unique and awesome New Jersey is but noone ever said its a hazard for your health to stay in one place forever.

This is my first time I am exposing myself to new possibilities with no limits. Everything is like quicksand that is slowly growing to mold me into someting I am not quite certain what that is. I have met many random souls and many crazy creatures in this city. But its not home. home is a state of mind and I am lost. But okay

All things are possible..so you should dwell in the possibilities

The sun is kissing the earth.

Nature is singing a LoveLy Tune.
Birds and Bugs break the silence after the business of the day..

New faces were placed in new minds.
New plataues, new destinations are to be expected.
And some that can't be left behind.


John Lennon was quoted to say "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." If that is the case, then why do we waste so much time planning for the unexpected, the future, the ups and downs. Why do we forget to enjoy the time we waste enjoying the minor moments that we will be surely saddened when it is all said and done.


 

can a butterfly be beautiful with broken wings?

Its very frightening to know that you mean the world to someone else. And that miles away there is a secret you keep that noone will ever know. And the one moment you believed loved could truly be real, you simply are stuck with a realization that everything beautiful is always, always broken. And in some twisted, comforting way, thats how it should be.

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking off her clotes, but its better if you do.

why worry about yesterday wen you look fabulous today?










betty boop knew how to have a good time and always got whact she wanted. It would be amazing if someone can just draw the next scene of my life and throw me in the landscape with  cute red dress.
I'd be one bad ass cartoon bitch

This city is for strangers, just llike te star is for the skies

Do you heart that, can you feel your heart trembling?
Regal hues ascending as the leaves fold on the ground.
The snow is melted away. The stars are ready for departure, signifying the morrow sky's beauty.
The time that is possessed is merely borrowed.
So with a miniscule moment, Smile Steady.

Inhale the intense, intoxicating atmosphere

Time is ever fleeting. Embrace, Indulge, Enjoy.

Nothing dies. it hides under covers until you close your eyes

always remember to have a cup a tea. always read expand your mind. if smoking calms you down so be it. and always sit in some solitude to figure out whats stirring in that mind of yours. Its a new day soon. but live in the moment don't cling to a thing is when you can be happy. Don't try and look in the mirror. cause when you look back at the reflection you might be scared what you see. you make think too much. get too down on yourself. how can you forgive yourself for what you have done to yourself or maybe others if you keep reminding yourself every moment of the day how horrible you are.

Or maybe you start your day with a hot cup of Joe. Maybe you prefer the light cream sugar in your cup. Maybe you are gentle like a lamb in March. Maybe you enjoy an iced latte, with the foam and an extra shot to give yourself that extra edge before starting the chaos of another day.. Either way we all enjoy different things in life and worry more than we let others know

She suddenly ran into the bathroom. She washed the distress and anxiety off her face. With hear attempts fof findin comfort and sollitude she mumbles to herself in a worrisome tone..

"i cant trust cause once i turn my back the knife will be thrown directly in my spine. directly though my heart. my blood and my wounds will be visible for all to point and laugh. the joke will be on me. my soul cannot dance to the rythm i play in my head for anyone to see. for noone can quite see what i do. and what if they do? they will steal my thunder, steal my soul and ill be left with nothing, a loser without control"

The metal faucet pours out hot water to numb and hurt her all at once. She could not remove her skin. What's inside is hurting her even on the outside. She could have swore things were going her way. She thought noone can push her off cloud now. Now she is only wondering who is on the clouds. She is only dreaming about fastfowarding life to quickly get it all over with. But then she batteles with herself should she figure a way to rewind and freeze a moment so she can be content forever.

She gathers the tools that can tranform her from looking horrible into being a hot mess.
The blow dryer gives her that shine and deceives everyone from knowing she slept almost a whole day.
Blush and mascara will do for now. She knows better to use eyeliner. She not good with waterproof makeup.

She not very good with goodbyes.