owl eyes
above all things, i believe in art, music, and creation; i find beauty in unconventional thinking.
namaste. call me rain. 20 and in love with nature. the only label i claim is child of the earth. philosophical stoner. experienced whovian and starkid. singer, poet, storyteller. i'm awkward, awful with words, and i have the most dreadful time talking about my feelings. i am molded perfectly from the clay of my mother earth. and whether or not you agree, i'm exactly who i'm meant to be. and i am beautiful. and so are you.

when it comes right down to it, i'm just another radical, opinionated, ganja-smoking asshole with a blog.

soaring through the trees in sunny Anaheim, California

as far as my blog goes, i like to capture the more natural side of mother earth. i will not reblog your pictures of girls who smother their natural beauty with the expectations of society, nor will i reblog cups of starbucks concoctions, or hipsters on longboards. i reblog things that i love or things that interest me. like nature, hippies, dreads, woodstock, and sweet mary jane


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flowers blooming

Late night muncheeeeez :} Haylie insists i give her credit, soooo Haylie took this picture

ughhhh i have to audition for a choir on Wednesday in front of everyone else who is auditioning and I’m terrified .i don’t want them all to hear me fail at sight singing ): I’ve been having nightmares about it. fuck.

barbedwirekunst:

buried a baby possum today. 

aw reminds me of maulee :C

Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen. – Frances Hodgson Burnett  (via theriverjordyn)

veganpussy:

davespix:

Ancient Graves

I used to play here all the time when I was little :)

life is dry tonight

endless canvas and nothing to paint with

infinite opportunities

for disappointment

take a hit of the good earth

exhale memories, exhale worry

spark the fire of pointless angst

tighten your game

the only thing that tightens is these ropes of anguish at my wrists

pulling; back, forth. nowhere to go

the ocean here makes me dizzy

voyaging for slightly smoother waters

where the breeze is calm and doesn’t sting my eyes

the storm will always find us

exposed are we to the harsh elements of life

i’m stoned and feel weird and i’m worried about my future what do i do

idk how to color things so i just wrote atmosphere lyrics on this zebra puppet’s face



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