Do you ever..?

..Wake up after a long sleep and lay in bed for hours and suddenly think 

“Have I heard my voice today?”

 but you can’t urge yourself to break the silence for the fear of what you might hear is not what you hold to be true.

So you lie in bed even longer and the thought marinates in your mind…

and slowly you start to feel your tongue heavy against your teeth and your lips become solid as if they were never meant to part?

and right when you are at the point of insanity and want to burst this bubble of silence you stop and think

“Maybe, I can spend just a few hours more without having to hear a single human voice?”

and

That’s when suddenly all the sounds within hearing distances becomes amplified.

You can hear the slamming of a faraway car door , the shallow breathing of your dog just on the other side of the room or the cricking sound of the branches as they whine in protest to the wind….

and..

Right at that very moment when you open your ears to actually hear what is there and not what you think is there..

  you see the shadows casted in from the window and notice..

How the sun dims and brightens your room back and forth..

like some huge hand playing peek-a-boo with your eyes….

The more you start to actually see, the more your mind starts to expand ..

The more it wonders off to other questions that at first seem irrelevant but still have some significances…

but right as you start to feel comfort in the thought..

The world starts to loose all saneness 

and you find yourself questioning the voice in your head…

T H I S  V O I C E.. 

that seems to narrate every thought that crosses your mind.

  “Is this voice really mine?”

-or-

“Is it just telling me what to think?”

                     but..

S T O P

This is the part in which the voice tells you to get up…. 

and you listen…

“Did I give the order?”

-or- 

“Am I just following the order?”

S T O P

The voice demands you to halt all thought and breathe 

and 

you do as you are told…

 ”Hold you breath and break the barrier between “me” and your lips.”

and there it is again.

Telling you what to do….

but this voice and your mind coincide within the same plane….

So why do you question it?

You do as you are told…

and

say the word that brings reality back into perspective.

You know you put on too much perfume/cologne when I can smell it from the other room through a 12 in thick wall.

Bro. 

Seriously.

No Lie.

I can smell my neighbors cologne from my room -_-'

Eden Woods 4year-old

 There should be a law against putting that much make up on a 4 year-old.

Seriously?

Its like prostituting your kid.

Whats wrong with parents?

Am I the only one that sees how wrong this is?

And In Russia...

Via TheDailyWhat

Zoro & Robin from One Piece

Woah!

Intro: Greeting Fellow Earthlings.

The name given to me at birth is Cindy Kin Marin and on the thirteenth day of the sixth month of every year, I complete another year of living.

My kin from my mothers side descended from the southern capital of Peru and My fathers from the coast of Colombia.

I was conceived, born, and raised in the swampy wetlands of southern Florida.

Both my parents parted this world when I was very small and I’ve been living with my eldest sister ever since she turned eighteen years of age. 

I am the youngest out of five siblings and besides the eldest, They all reside in Peru. I am not familiar with the land of my father nor do I know his family.

I enjoy reading, puzzles, drawing, biking, snail mail, writing, being odd, kayaking, animals, my dogs, blogging, baking, tea, movies, plays,history, Anything asian etc.

[I am cutting the foolish writing. Its really hard to write without using common phrases but I felt I had to.]

So!

I have two miniature schnauzer, their names are Rocco and Precious. I used to own one named Stella but she met her end about five months ago.

I was torn by it.

Precious came to us from a family that was going through a divorce and had no room for a dog at the moment. She is three years old and she recently had puppies, the father being Rocco.

Rocco is a hyper over-protective salt and pepper two year old dog.

He is sweet once he gets to sniff you out and approves.

Of course!

I stress about a lot of thing just like anyone else does.

(School, work, relationships, money,etc)

My sister and I have been on our own every since I was six and she was fifteen.

We did stay with a foster home till she came of age but our foster family isn’t one we’d ever keep contact with or want to for a matter of fact.

I currently work as a receptionist for a property management group and I am very happy with my job.

I want to become a nurse and most will say “because of the money” but truly I hope to go to other countries and help in the medical field. 

I aspire to do as much as I can with my life and make an impression on the people and places I see.

I am no Mother Teressa. Don’t get me wrong.

I just don’t see the point in working so hard to make money and just die after all that work.

All the materialistic things in the world won’t make ME happy. 

I love animals and children mainly because I find comfort in their innocence and how little they ask of you. 

I could blab for hours but I think I’ll stop here or else I’ll end up writing a book.

:D

p.s I do have another blog, which is waaay older. I just opened this one cause..

I'm the type of person that doesn't like to open things and leave them blank. So since I did have to open this for a class.. well I didn't have to but I wanted too since I already had a gmail account.. I might as well leave a small mark on Blogspot.

 Also! I love movies, anime, and mange soo! expect a lot of reviews from me concerning these subjects or at least a lot of post about these subjects.

Link To Other Blog If You Find Yourself Bored Enough To Look :  http://stfuyouvigina.tumblr.com/