Marina. 22. San Diego. Brazilian. Coffee.Rants.

If you know you me, you should I know I do almost everything for a reason.

You can't fuck with this kinda crazy and expect to come out whole.

~ Tuesday, April 15 ~

With That Moon Language

With That Moon Language

Admit something:

Everyone you see, you say to them,
“Love me.”

Of course you do not do this out loud;
Someone would call the cops.

Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
To connect.

Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,

With that sweet moon

What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
Hear. —Hafiz

~ Thursday, April 10 ~
Where there’s a wrong, there’s a remedy.

~ Monday, April 7 ~


Weekend Hashtag Project: #WHPhandinhand

Weekend Hashtag Project is a series featuring designated themes & hashtags chosen by Instagram’s Community Team. For a chance to be featured on the Instagram blog, follow @instagram and look for a post announcing the weekend’s project every Friday.

This weekend’s tag was #WHPhandinhand, which asked participants to take creative photos and videos of hands. Every Monday we feature some of our favorite submissions from the project, but be sure to check out the rest here.

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By Amanda

Her eyes were like the mirror reflections of all the cities he

He want to travel to all of them. 
Every single street-light or star light 
for that matter,
his skin. 

Her lips & little smile creases held 
the lines and angles 
co-ordinates to 

Those crimson cheeks were colours that reminded him of those days of balmy summer. 
Rhapsodic notes of laughter finishing the hum of warmth. 

Her words were undoubtedly the ones he traces on his wrists when skies are grey and black. 

Her fingertips and hands gently reminded him 


~ Thursday, March 27 ~

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realest plot-twist ever.

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A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing orgasms with my erotic touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there’s no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I’ll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
From your toes up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..

~ Friday, March 14 ~

See, heres the cool thing about me, 

No one really listens. They hear what they want to, and hear what they have to, but never dare ask questions about things i dont speak of. 

It seems everyone is afraid of the truth, since i speak it so often, they can’t imagine how rough the actual truth is. 

it disgusts me. I love the truth, i seek the truth,and if there is no truth i imagine the answer. 

So, explain to me, when there is some one there to answer all your questions and doubts, why wouldn’t you ask?

Which is then taken to the side of, maybe there are no questions. but if there aren’t any questions then what is the point of speaking with me? 

If i dont find someone intriguing i won’t spend my time trying to know them. Then why waste your fucking time? 

Thats all i want to know. 

If you have questions, ask them.

if you’re too much of a pussy to, then get the fuck out.




Proud to share this video with you all finally. Directed by Michael Garcia and myself, we hope you enjoy. 

More details to come about the videos significance to us. 

"Four Letter Words" I the Mighty 

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it was then that i’d love her best
amidst the ruins of who we were
just moments before

~ Tuesday, February 25 ~

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Early Morning Fantasy #1

Early Morning Fantasy #1
by Cheyenne Majors

i imagine
it's morning
that wonderful time
where you aren't really awake
but you know you aren't dreaming anymore
where everything's a bit blurred
and only the important things are
impeccably clear

i imagine
that on this morning
the blinds are closed or open
i can't tell
everything's a haze
the cat's probably asleep by our feet
the sheets might be orange
they might be red
but your eyes
they're crystal clear
that wonderful light green
so different from the seas of brown i'm used to
then that little smirk
that's always on your face
those lips
those collar bones

i imagine 
that in this moment
the little infinity signs 
i've traced a thousand times
are real
tattooed onto your chest
the smirk is only a smile
for me
those eyes are only crystal clear
because they're staring right into my eyes
and those lips are mine for the taking

i imagine 
that this morning
is real
that is lasts forever
that it will happen one day
it's times like these
that i imagine
you're mine
all the goddamn time.

~ Tuesday, February 4 ~

Jacquie Aiche


Jacquie Aiche

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