Ariana, 19, The Great State of Texas. Peer into my soul, you'd be surprised what you might find. My ramblings, words that touch my soul, rad pictures, and poetry I devoured.


I will never be realistic.

'Cause your jewelry might as well have magical powers, and if your going to love it might as well be your soulmate, and everyone should have a job they love, and it shouldn't matter what race, creed, or color you happen to be, and nothing's really ever as bad as it seems, and no one should ever have a reason to hurt, and everyone should get to live their dream.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us Hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn’t dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

Bright Eyes

At one point I was a morning person, I loved being up early. I always told my grandma it was too early to sing, but really I miss it these days. I looked forward to my days, and I didn’t want to waste any time. They were full of opportunity, of happiness, daydreams. These days though, I find myself drawn to the night. I couldn’t tell you when I switched. My nights never consist of much. But my days are now filled with stress, with haunting questions, unwanted peers. The night though, it belongs to me. The night can hold whatever I want. At night, I can be FREE.