captivating curacao

"Born To Run"

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream 
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines 
Sprung from cages out on highway 9, 
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line 
h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back 
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap 
We gotta get out while we're young 
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run 

yes, girl we were

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend 
I want to guard your dreams and visions 
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims 
and strap your hands 'cross my engines 
Together we could break this trap 
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back 
h-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire 
`Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider 
But I gotta know how it feels 
I want to know if love is wild 
Babe I want to know if love is real 

Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard 
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors 
And the boys try to look so hard 
The amusement park rises bold and stark 
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist 
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight 
In an everlasting kiss 

1-2-3-4!

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive 
Everybody's out on the run tonight 
but there's no place left to hide 
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness 
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul 
h-Oh, Someday girl I don't know when 
we're gonna get to that place 
Where we really wanna go 
and we'll walk in the sun 
But till then tramps like us 
baby we were born to run 

Oh honey, tramps like us
baby we were born to run 

Come on with me, tramps like us
baby we were born to run "

--Bruce Springsteen

beautiful bonaire

Entranced

I crash in your embrace
A thousand miles
Shake me still
not a trace

Fast as the wind
Where do I begin
What else can I lend
How now shall I bend

Hold me down for a moment
How fast can I run?
See, you were not just for fun
Tranced for one moment
Treasures trace I shall leave
As I wander in need
I'll always race to bleed
And it's you
who has won This vulnerable cry;
empty and twisted
Sees you clear - pure in the misted

Morning awaiting
As your fate turns it's head
Lost in love's mourning
I empty your bed
A shell walking dead

I Watch as you sleep
I'll dance as I creep
Disappearing retreat
Leaving sorrow from heat

And what of your luck?
I remain stuck

Better worlds await your eyes
Basked in bliss sunrise
Shouldn't be a surprise
Glimpsing these gypsy eyes

I'll await my next stop
Turning turns as tears drop
Till these eyes are dry
I hold myself to die

Damage fascinates
For what can you fix?
I'll blow out like the wind
Don't even know my own tricks

Lights glowed like candles
Music fades into dust
As you reach for the empty
Spare you I must

-written by AMY LOUISE

bahamas

i left my heart
in half moon cay

and will see it soon <3

my baby by my side!

love me,
the globetrotting gamine

awestruck by aruba

take me back!

crafting my blog

this is me.
i did not make this photo extra large as to not scare you.
i am fresh out of a shower here so don't judge.
my husband (Love of My Life or LML) insists I take a photo of my hair every week since after my stem cell transplant for hodgkin's lymphoma.

i was thinking about my blog yesterday, and decided i need to make it more organized.
but alas, my thoughts are not organized.
there is not only a few things that interest me, but a TEAM of things that do.

So I came up with days of the week I can break my main likes into.

Mondays- Health issues/topics based on wellness and nutrition.
Tuesdays- Crafts
Wednesdays- all things Travel
Thursdays- Inspirations-- people, clothes, life
Fridays- Recipes, most likely juice recipes (you can tell by my instagram :) )
Saturdays/Sundays- misc.

I hope you stick around-- I talk a lot, I may come off way too passionate about a lot of things but this is life. my life. thanks for reading and i hope you stick around <3

love me,
the globetrotting gamine

antigua, guatemala

 The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone;

The boy goes hasty for his load of brakes,

Then thinks upon the fire and hurries back;

The gypsy knocks his hands and tucks them up,

And seeks his squalid camp, half hid in snow,

Beneath the oak which breaks away the wind,

And bushes close in snow like hovel warm;

There tainted mutton wastes upon the coals,

And the half-wasted dog squats close and rubs,

Then feels the heat too strong, and goes aloof;

He watches well, but non a bit can spare,

And vainly waits the morsel thrown away.

'Tis thus they live--a picture to the place,

A quiet, pilfering, unprotected race.

-John Clare

where i left my heart..

 these are some
of the greatest memories
i've ever had.

i fell in love
with guatemala
and it hasn't been stolen
since.

where have you
left your heart?