Beauty: Naturelle Girl

I've always liked natural looks on women. To see someone feel so comfortable with themselves has given me the ability to feel comfortable with myself. I always thought I was ugly, my chin to large, my breasts too small, my body too skinny. But my boyfriend loves that and he not only accepts me for me, but for who I am. My ideas, my thoughts, my words, that's what makes me a human. It is what's on the inside that is beautiful. It makes the outside beautiful as well.

Here are a few photos I took of myself. I did a little makeup and I also curled my hair and put beads and cowrie shells in it, and I love it.

Naturelle look with cowrie shells in my hair.

Boyfriends shirt <3


More after the jump!




I dare you.

You only see what you feel.

The palette and brushes I used for my look. Blush is wetnwild minerals blush. Brushes "ecotools".

Did you guys like it? I'm going  to be doing more personal posts. Enjoy!
xoxoxo :F
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Poetry: What Am I?


Spoken Word

What am I? People say I'm Spanish but I feel black, for enslaved is my body and freedoms at my back
But I'm caught in the depths of new generation..
So I do time.
I catch a thought but I'm still blind
Still fighting for my own so still I grind
So I catch a rhyme in order to free my mind.

Who am I? Where have I come from?
People say humane, but I don't think I can become one.
Too much dirt chipped into my nails
And it's always hatred that seems to prevail
Hold a grudge against a thug, that nigga owes me money
But time is money and the words feel oh so sweet on thy lips, please bathe in honey
Sweetness. But no, bitter is thy soul,
Thy soul which cannot glow
To know what it is to hold: education.
Books, text, and composition..
And I ask you what is it that I am missing?
College? Oh what a word!
For college cannot provide the knowledge of the streets
For these words are my own and for you to keep!
So I say to you, my sisters, my brothers
OF ALL DIFFERENT COLORS

Let us come together, to paint and sketch the world a little better
For the kids are petrified, so they hide behind the big mans lies, for they fear the genocide going on inside of our minds.
Killing races in different places, showing hatred between our teeth.
Please let us be born & give us peace to keep.
For piece by piece, and stone by stone. We will grow and be reborn...
Into the life we did not choose.
Into the life we did not want.
Into the life we did not need...
But into the life we wish to keep.

Reality.
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Random: Alone

The feeling of alone is something no one wants to feel, yet we feel it everyday. Every feeling of hate, distrust, and unlikeness is a feeling of alone. For only one who feels alone can feel hatred, betrayal, disgust for things, disgust for feeling alone. Some people say they enjoy being alone.. But when they do say so.. They don't actually know that they are not alone. They read a book, they are accompanied by its characters. One can only be alone in life, but not in mind.

When ones mind is tarnished and rebelled, the mind is alone. The body is alone. The life, is, alone. So how can one escape this? Some turn to drugs, others for help, companionship. The only cure is in the mind. At least I think so. Alone isn't a thing, it's a feeling, it's a thought. So clear your mind of alone.. and be free.

I am not alone, nor do I feel alone. For my mind embellishes within me positive thoughts & ideas, which keep my mind at ease the majority of the day. Find something to do that you love, and you will never feel alone again.
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Poetry: Cooties & Hearts


My world spins slow when you are away
My heart beats fast when you are in my todays
My tomorrows, my yesterdays...

What more can I say? What more can I ask for?
When I have it all with one look to your face
A smile in its place, your movement in grace.

My hand embracing your beauty
My lips addicted to cooties
And my heart addicted to you & me.
Te quiero mucho, I mean it, truly. ♥

Valentines Day is on its way! Do you already have your sweetheart?
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SHOP: Things Galoure

Some of the items listed in my shop. 
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Life: The FUTURE of DREAMS


The world breathes and spits fire, to the core. Cause that's really all the world is, a big ass fireball. Ya know? The sun shines and then it doesn't. It's today, some say it wasn't.

Days pass, weeks go by. Months go fast, and years don't last. It's like we're always caught in between the future and the past & most of us don't know where we're headed.

Well I can say for sure, I don't know where the fuck I'm going. I don't know what the fuck it is that I wanna be, like, I'm only 18 damn years old, I'll be 19 next month. And my mum has given me 4 weeks time to determine what my future shall be. And for the first time in my life I'm absolutely sure, I don't know what I want to be.

I wanted to be an author, a school teacher, a gym teacher, psychologist, even a damn philosopher. I'm one of those people who thinks they know it all, but usually only knows most. I'm an asshole, but I usually put others before me.

This world? This world is my canvas and my future the paint to my masterpiece. You see cause, my life isn't going to be bland, people will write about me one day. Some of it may be bad, some of it good, some shit might even ruin me, but you know what, I'm still being thought of years to come. I'm still on peoples minds. I'm going to be legendary, that I am. In 500 years time I bet I'll even be in textbooks or whatever new technology that comes along.

All in all, I'm going to be somebody, more than who i am today. Cause everybody is somebody, its just how much of a someone you are. I've just gotta figure out what I'm gonna do to get there...
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MYOB

Business is booming and business prevails
You can hear the crisp crumpling of new 20 dollar bills in the air.
Trading kicks, rolling dice,
The 5-0 approach and everyone scatters like mice.
Running into the subway stations, hopping on the bus
Fuck paying fare, 2.25? That's just too much for us.

Walking free in these New York City streets,
Running into other city folk, everyday a new wonder for you to greet.
Photographers and fashionistas, that's all there is here..
So making it? You better stop thinking it and quit.
Cause if you ain't going hard, you hitting the bricks..
Lost in your four lokos and spliffs
Second hand smoking from kissing and whiffs.

Cause you're a hipster in the summer
Hustler by day and drinker by night
And skinny jeans used to be really gay, but now you wear em tight.
But you're blindsided by all the good things in your life.
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