Eclectic Native

Aspiring writer. Child of Mother Nature. Always calm, cool, and collected.✌

You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,

Why should you?



wtf is up with chile look at it


that’s no way to run a country

that’s not a country that’s a conga line

(Source: shelloil, via stability)


Haven’t posted a song in a while.

Check out this sweet tune.

The moon sheds drama along the pale concrete,
Empty words evaporate into smoke against the cool air,
An exchange of looks and I’m filled with doubt,
I continue down this street alone.