I really liked this song that was on Ben's playlist, and the video is pretty awesome .

The Truth about my childhood ( i copied this from my tumblr. i'm going to leave out a little of it and it was written in a rantish kind of way so it might not make so much sense. )

young years, i do not remember anything really, no events, or things that actually happened in reality, i was always in my world. i had the most vivid imagination , the most disturbing thoughts, the most colorful vocabulary, i had a beautiful world in my head, i had everything i wanted, and every color and shape and sound and touch . i created it all . my mind was a playground ,it was. i used to play outside with myself for hours, i used to sit up in my room and cry, i daydreamed, all day. and dreamed ,while i actually slept, i hallucinated, i believed in bigger forces, i believed that anything was possible, and it really was. one day, i remember this… i felt bad for somthing i did, not particulary sure , and i was raised to love god ,and that he’ll forgive me. so i put a dollar in my window sill, begging god to take it, i prayed and i cryed soo much , nobody was home at the time but my older sister who was babysitting i believe, and once i left my room i just randomly had to tell my sister that i sneezed so she didn’t know i was crying. but the next day. i look to see if it was there, and it was gone, im so serious. i doubt my sister saw me because i was upstairs and she was downstairs wathcing t.v  . this fuckin’ amazes me. im still curious about how it left . hm. anyways. my parents used to say “keera’s world’ to me when i was a kid, they were always like keeras in her own little world. they knew i was. and i was. my mind was amazing. when i was 9 , i said i wanted a knife to my mom and i clentched my fist as if i was about to stab myself with nothing. my mom freaked out ,and i went to a physciatrist, maybe somthing took over me, or maybe my mind was taking over,   another memory i have is , me and my little sister used to share a room and i used to listen to classical music to help me fall asleep , one night,  i woke up  to the radio saying “your in your room” with a bunch of background distortion , and i got up , and my heart was racing, i ran out of my room , but then i thought about my little sister and turned the radio down  then went into my parents room ,and i dont remmeber what happened after that. maybe this actually happened,  or maybe it was my mind.when i actually dreamed, i wanted them to come true also ,so i remember i was in a dream where i could crawl under my table and i’d be in my old house’s backyard. and i woke up /half asleep but still knowing what i was doing , i crawled underneathe my table and smacked my head against the wall . i thought it would actually work . i thought i could defy everything. i thought i had power. i did .in my mind. i always had trouble in school . always in my own world, in 2nd grade, we got letter grades, and i got a D, i remember it was from a test we took and it was multiple choice with two options, and i picked the answer for all of them that “could be” it. i knew there was a right one, but i knew the other one could be correct also ,so i picked that one, and i wish i tried explaining to the teacher, but i never did . i wonder if i picked every wrong answer that they could catch on and be like why’d she do that. but no they are never really curious about their students.i also remember my next door neighbors greg and heidi beautiful hippie people made theyre own tea in the sun and everything, i think they smoked weed, but of course i did not know what this was at my age, but i get a flashback thing of being in their basement with my parents and everything being foggy while they play cards and my dad would doodle so much on the side of the paper, and doodle and doodle it makes me think maybe they were high, but i dont know where i get this image of. i dont think it ever really happened i just picture it now almost as if it did, whenever i snapped into reality, i hated it .i remember i loved blues clues and i wanted him to come in the shower with me ,and he never did , i prayed to god for him to soo much and he never did ,i was so disapointed with reality, it ruined me .  and after 4th grade, i changed, reality started coming to me, and my dreams and imagination fell apart.i dont know what happened honestly,but i think that i am such a creative person because of my childhood, i still have very many wonderous thoughts, that seem to make more sense now ,but i dream so much . i dream alot, i sleep alot, i love sleep. i love my dreams.

chapped lips goodbye :)

heres a little trick i know, since the winter dries us up like prunes, our lips get chapped. sooo if you mix   60% of sugar to 40% olive oil  ratio . and exfoliate your lips with it  , it moisturizes and gets off the chappyness.

If you want to smell like a fruit ninja that just rolled around in a feild of cotton candy, then this is for you.

why

sometimes i wish i was oblivious,maybe things wouldn't matter.