Migraine Notebook

I am a recluse. I am highly introverted, shy, and quiet. My mind wanders a lot which makes paying attention a difficult task. I draw masterpieces that even M.C. Escher would be jealous of in the margins of my notebook. There are times when I feel like I was born in the wrong decade. My enthusiasm for most things is minute. Contentment is persistent in my life. My iPod is my best friend. It goes where I go. Always.


Lost Touch I’m a horrible model and have no photography skills, but felt like doing some picture. Entitle “Lost Touch” can be applied to many things in life, weather it be lost touch with inner-self, lost touch with friends and stand alone, lost touch with in the goal you promised to achieve, or a simply lost touch through the tips of your fingers, or being blind to the open darkness you allowed your fingers to feel the world at its roughest and smoothest surface. But always let your heart guide you when the light blinds you.

Lost Touch

I’m a horrible model and have no photography skills, but felt like doing some picture.

Entitle “Lost Touch” can be applied to many things in life, weather it be lost touch with inner-self, lost touch with friends and stand alone, lost touch with in the goal you promised to achieve, or a simply lost touch through the tips of your fingers, or being blind to the open darkness you allowed your fingers to feel the world at its roughest and smoothest surface. But always let your heart guide you when the light blinds you.

3 weeks ago
So I got my black quartz crystal at the Tucson Gem mineral show and I have to work with it. It will take time.

So I got my black quartz crystal at the Tucson Gem mineral show and I have to work with it. It will take time.

3 months ago
Yes! I do workout, to stay in shape. I don’t like the stereotype when people think Native Americans are always fat.

Yes! I do workout, to stay in shape.
I don’t like the stereotype when people think Native Americans are always fat.

3 months ago

Today is upsetting day. I’m pissed off

I don’t know if it’s true, to live without this control substance, I don’t know if it’s true to be without this addiction,

so it hits me like a throbbing headache.

It’s one of those pills, that abandon me, it’s one of those feeling, that leave you laying on the floor.

It’s what makes my life worth living, it’s what makes me wake up to see the sunshine, it’s what makes me beg for light to shine through the crack in the walls.

Why it ends, why it ends.

3 months ago

Hospital moments

I’m at the hospital, and the interesting thing I find…is there a lot people such as Nurse, Doctors, Technicians, CNA. And even patients. Being wheeled on stretcher beds, I’m seeing auras of multi colors coming off from people. Yes I’m a freak.

3 months ago

Iam by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity

Rudyard Kipling

3 months ago

Whatever you hold in your mind on a consistent basis is exactly what you will experience in your life. - Anthony Robbins

Anthony Robbins

3 months ago

Like a second chance, well for some. I tell my sisters kids the more u stay in this world, things will seem more different. You will see why people are the way they are. Not everyone is bad. But you have before careful cause some are really lost and can hurt you.

Lorena Pavenyouma

4 months ago

Write right.

I showered, I feel Squeaky clean. I looked in the mirror, I noticed my black jet hair is turning brown, my obsidian eyes are turning blue like husky-wolf eyes. Than I gasp in fear with fright of pointy wolf ears and a tail showing from behind. So glad it was a dream.
But serious, my hair is turning brown-ish blonde. *Sigh* black hair dye ?

5 months ago
Working out side to move the snow.

Working out side to move the snow.

5 months ago
Clear quartz crystal

Clear quartz crystal

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Clear quartz crystal

Clear quartz crystal

5 months ago - 1
5 months ago

Not what I use to be

I paint my face to hide the pain I endure from you.

I carried my self thought your suffocating words of love.

You showed me another side of love

the hurting, burning, stings, the itch in my vain of self medicating sleeps.

You raped me from myself, slowly deceive me,

Making me to feel less then being at a level, being more like you.

I waited to feel your gentile hugs and touch,

But I felt was grasping breathes from my throat with a fist around my neck,

A Slap, hit on the face…a simple…paunch.

I promised myself never go through such love of hate, wreath from a soulless person.

5years from know you called my name, you said “how are you?” A person to never be the same.

I’m not that person I used to be. The person you knew was human, fragile, weak, broken.

I’m not human anymore, but abuse. Misused. Mistaken…a person who seen the human nature in you.

5 months ago
Writing my name in the snow

Writing my name in the snow

5 months ago

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