owl eyes
above all things, i believe in art, music, and creation; i find beauty in unconventional thinking.
namaste. call me rain. 19 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 do not reblog girls with cakey faces, cups of starbucks concoctions, or hipsters riding their 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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