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Her tune is unfamiliar to most. But the twigs do sway to her breeze, and the water ripples through her songs and that's how she sings. Sometimes she's sad.Her blue skin dilutes to a dullness and she weeps.She can't control her actions, bringing life to death in a blink of an eye.She gets hurt by you and I Which makes her tenseThe reflections of her ocean aren't strong enough to remind her of her beauty.And As autumn peeks it's head, her nervousness grows strong Stale and withered her limbs become,Pale and frigid her surface growsHer wind strong enough to tear a heart.And that's how she dances,But she's still a sliver of perfection.
Hello there, beautiful.
Curry in bed.
Two years ago almost to the day I was hit by a drunk driver going 80mph. I urge you all, my friends, to call an uber, sleep at a friends, any of the million options you have other than get behind the wheel. If you see someone swerving call the police. I walked away that day surrounded by the love of this earth that saved my life. My bruises show nothing to the emotional trauma I went through. You are not so special to play with yours and others lives. ❤️🌺
Lagers, Buddhism, and Feminism. ✊🏽
Current photo of me.
Sunny San Diego, take me away.