Daniella Maria Garcia.

Green breezes call,

but we can’t hear them,

Voices near,

and we shy in bewilderment

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All I need is to float away 

down the stream to a brand new day

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Where do the bees go when the sky calls? 

Where do the trees grow in the rain?

Where can I find my little darlin’?

Where is she hiding down Autumn Lane?

.

Bright summer days 

call to her

desperation

She’ll fins a way

back to her motivation.

SEXY TIME DANCE!!!!

Your Favourite Beatle.

My favourite Beatle is George Harrison because he was always wanting to connect on that higher lever. He wrote the most in depth songs and had the best interpretation of the going ons around him. He was also very quiet and as they say, ” Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.” 

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Day 01- Your Favorite Beatle 

I’m doing this.

The love of my life

Why is she absolutely the most excellent thing ever?

One of my favorite things about life is when I watch a bunch of sappy movies and look at the clock only to realize I’ve just pulled an all nighter.

Once upon a time Katie decided to board a max train with a friend of hers and together they found themselves in the infamous downtown area of Portland. Brightly colourful people and places catch their eyes and they found themselves chasing them for hours. After conquering a wicked line and being rewarded with glorious doughnuts from heaven they found themselves, weary from their travels at the Skidmore fountain… After a few minutes a curious smell drifted to them which made them rise their heads with interest. They looked around and found a shop twinkling with the most peculiar of things. Lying on one of the shelves, illuminated- as if by the heavens above- there it was:

a ball of hemp

with a bright orange price tag attached. Ecstatic, Katie rushed to purchase to pull out her change purse so she could acquire it… little did she know how it would change everything…….

Two months later, everything was hanging from her ceiling attached by long strands of hemp. She had bracelets hanging off her wrists and ankles by the dozen and rows and rows of brainded items covered her room.. And in the darkest corner she sits, with the last three inches of the ball with a wild look in her eyes…. what monster has this created?

mwah

Mt dew float