#shehastalent

[dlihce]

My sister can make you look fabulous. #shehastalent #shannonisamazing #movienightcocooncardi #madebyshannon #crewofwands (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-FV7rjAr_q/?igshid=1bsk70r92sj7d

[equix76]

#newcolorpencils#wip#art#shehastalent#doesnotgetitfromhermomma https://www.instagram.com/p/BmUrytwHOFIgUNrkjUMxTn2OWzSQfsfkTXr8q80/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17vgelknogyt5

[mmgyamfi]

If you are in the Reno/Lake Tahoe area, please come and support my baby girl. She is working hard on two outfits to present at the show. #YesSheIsAFashionDesignerToo #SheHasTalent (at Atlantis Casino Resort Spa)

[i-am-not-happy-here]

Building a world around me, in isolation; stuck in a nation that abides self-mutilation, reinvention of the same creations. 
Education no longer teaching lessons on blessins’ and progression. But yet repression, and strictly picked sessions that lessen our intentions. Corrupt by sessions of testin’. At the end of the day my head is yellin’, I’m steppin away sweating. 
Absorbing all the information building foundation to create different equations. 
Stressin, I’m tryna’ be impressive by expressin’ my message, but viewed as an adolescent.
Im perplexin’ over economic depression… Sittin’ in my room reminiscen’, talkin’ to a friend trying to listen. Thinking about how Im missin’ your kisses, in my group of friends I realize I just can’t fit in. Repressin the feelin’ of depression. Regression, progression, to all my moral lessons. Makin’ bads into a blessin’, learning how to let it set in. When a nightmare becomes a reality, my distorted distality.
Prayin’ to a God about my mental brutalities, stuck on opposite polarities, how my life is laced with dark fatalities. 
Comin’ from different nationalities, repeating the same words like a normality. I swear to God we lost our animality, sucked in fake realities, losin’ our senses of vitality. A world of genetic abnormalties. Incased in a fake-dream mentality, wishin I had no sense of morality. Spendin’ to much time lookin at blank lines, repetitive rhymes, that brags to much about crime, women who lookin’ fine. But never a paradigm, or about wartimes. Rushin’ to climb the prime life, be apart of the high time.
Just tryna’ live life, don’t cry, no crime. Sick of livin life only fine. Refusin to only strive, gonna survive. Heavy eyes, and even heavier minds. Flyin high, above the sky, feelin’ alive. 
Not gonna waste time to live in lies, not gonna be defined. This is MY life.

My friend Kyla

[aryck09]

Indigo daisies Doped out Daisy eyes, How long have you been up? How long have you been fryin'? Hope you can spare some time, Listen to me whine, bout the days we were more than fine. Bout how we always tryna find the beat, but then we hit the next line, going numb, get close to dyin'. Exotic or erotic? Tune-deaf or melodic. Searching into a fiene-mind, have to pull a clean kind, with a little time. Was it... Chaotic or symbolic? Sinkin in an indigo ocean, Once I was lost and dazed, Running away, on fermantated potions. Good people, tampered mind commotions. Sittin' all alone, afraid. We ain't more schizo than most, But most of us can't seem to get up with no host. People I love the most. All starting to go ghost, To me it's kinda gross. In my life death has sinked me in the eyes and reminded me how close he resides. But, aye. Fuck that negative shit, Time to stop bein' a hypocrite Preach. Practice. Takin' another bong hit. Just go wit it

Kyla

[aryck09]

Building a world around me, in isolation; stuck in a nation that abides self-mutilation, reinvention of the same creations. Education no longer teaching lessons on blessins' and progression. But yet repression, and strictly picked sessions that lessen our intentions. Corrupt by sessions of testin'. At the end of the day my head is yellin', I'm steppin away sweating. Absorbing all the information building foundation to create different equations. Stressin, I'm tryna' be impressive by expressin' my message, but viewed as an adolescent. Im perplexin' over economic depression... Sittin' in my room reminiscen', talkin' to a friend trying to listen. Thinking about how Im missin' your kisses, in my group of friends I realize I just can't fit in. Repressin the feelin' of depression. Regression, progression, to all my moral lessons. Makin' bads into a blessin', learning how to let it set in. When a nightmare becomes a reality, my distorted distality. Prayin' to a God about my mental brutalities, stuck on opposite polarities, how my life is laced with dark fatalities. Comin' from different nationalities, repeating the same words like a normality. I swear to God we lost our animality, sucked in fake realities, losin' our senses of vitality. A world of genetic abnormalties. Incased in a fake-dream mentality, wishin I had no sense of morality. Spendin' to much time lookin at blank lines, repetitive rhymes, that brags to much about crime, women who lookin' fine. But never a paradigm, or about wartimes. Rushin' to climb the prime life, be apart of the high time. Just tryna' live life, don't cry, no crime. Sick of livin life only fine. Refusin to only strive, gonna survive. Heavy eyes, and even heavier minds. Flyin high, above the sky, feelin' alive. Not gonna waste time to live in lies, not gonna be defined. This is MY life.

My best friend - Kyla

[butterflyunseen]

Le finished art! #bestfriend #shehastalent #free! #haru #amazing