Hello there, lovely person.
I have no idea if anyone actually looks at these things, but if you're stalking me, this just gives you more to stalk.
I'm travel obsessed.
An animal lover.
A free spirit.
A potato enthusiast.
An awkward individual.
I believe there's beauty in the broken.
I am a creative person.
I love writing, drawing, dancing, video making, photography, etc.
Music is my passion. Listening, playing, performing, writing, creating. I love it all.
I'm obsessed with fashion & all things beauty. However, I believe in the natural beauty. To me, makeup is like an art form and not something to mask your face with.
I believe in letting people know how important they are. If I have made at least one person smile on a daily basis, it feels good. I care about you. I care about your life.
I will love you no matter who you are or what you do. Because you are awesome.
The thing is, I really don't care what you think about me. Be my friend or not.
However, I suggest being my friend. Because friends are my favorite.
My life is crazy, twisted, messed up...
& I'm loving every minute of it.
♥ Oh and my name's Kayla. ♥
crazy kid(s)
How many innocent cats have been lifted in the air because of The Lion King?
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let me tell you something:
no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered
and think -
damn, you are beautiful.
no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and
assemble them into a beautiful whole.
hell,
you won’t even look at yourself and think -
I made broken look beautiful.
you know why?
because all those writers lied to you.
yes,
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and
blood dripping down chins,
pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like
hurricanes.
liars.
so you and i,
we are going to make a plan.
you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror,
you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you
but still writes about you.
here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
you are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
its gentle hands all over your body,
lifting you up until you are as light as a feather.
you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love,
no hurricanes,
but sunshine that builds you up from within,
that helps you make it through the worst days.
you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend
in yours,
telling you that it is going to be okay.
because it is.
and don’t trust poets,
we’re no good,
we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality -
there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and
empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.
you know what is beautiful, instead?
the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile,
scars and all.
music that makes your soul flow like a river,
books that offer comfort,
families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm,
friends that give you strength when you can find none,
lovers who make you laugh through tears.
baby,
from now on
you are going to romanticize healing;
honey dripping down your fingertips,
August nights that stick to your skin,
the day you find your purpose,
long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now.
"Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be."
concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe.
