+ Twenty-two years of stars.
Hot air balloon dreams.
Quiet and poetic.

An idealistic romantic who's got her heart in her hands, always. ★ For commissions, please refer to the Ask Box; regular questions are welcome.
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you are who you are

Free your mind to free your soul to free your heart to clear your lungs, to clear your eyes, to clear your life.

You hold the key to the past, present, future. You are who you are, what you will be, what you want to be, who you aspire to be. Don’t stop, don’t regret, don’t beat yourself up, and keep moving forward, keep tasting the air for new things, keep reaching for the stars, keep trying to launch yourself at the universe, not just the sun. 

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Come find me

Come find me
In between spaces
You’re all I seemingly
Wanted and needed
Wrapped in a blanket
In my head
Swimming all
Voice and hair
Tangled in the air
With one eager kiss
Set back from all
This.

**

Yes, it’s worth dwelling on for a while. Perfectly valid, if you ask me.

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G’morning! I has a mouuuuustache.
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I arr pirate!! Sorry if I’ve been spamming your dashboards with my stupid face. I really like my hair right now—even if it turned orange. Hee. :3
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I am but a boy. Again.
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This here is my rabbit face.
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I seldom understand

I seldom understand myself
Because, I am not myself
You see, at moments
When you see me

Yes, it turns
A rivet in my bones
Collapsing and crashing
Into my rib cage

IMPOSSIBLE!
You say
POSSIBLE!
I say

and here comes the riddles left and right and over and under
and somehow in the middle of it all
I find myself still in wonder, wonder, what glorious wonder

It’s so very, very, very noisy
Inside this body, body, body
Where in there’s a melody,
Soft and tainted

Is trying to escape me.
Until it grows into the beating of a thousand
Drums, it will remain
The same in this tiny

Hungry heart. 

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My love is selfish and intense, possessive, and obsessive. It can be proud, and callous at times—but it will never give up, my dear. …It’s not perfect, but it tries. It’s not everything, but it is something. Take it or leave it, hang it in a corner and miss it.

I haven’t written in ages. It needed to be written. My soul wanders sometimes.

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iamarmistice:

MEOWZA. Practicing my inking skills on ze tablet and SAI.
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iamarmistice:

Mary is a Little Lamb.Didn’t bother erasing the seams.
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iamarmistice:

Quick doodle. Portfolio here.
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