I really love to learn and listen to music in my free time. Music is an incredible and powerful tool that I think can be so comforting and inspiring. I put together a list of some of the songs I have been just playing over and over again. This will be sufficiently lame, but I cannot figure out Spotify, but when I do I will add this so you guys can listen to my playlist! I feel as though everything is a work in progress with this blog, but it is what it is! Enjoy pals!
Am I Wrong by Nico & Vinz
The Cityby The 1975
Free Love by MOD SUN
Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promiseby The Avett Brothers
Heartbreak Dreamby Betty Who (my newest woman crush might I add)
High Society by Betty Who
Hug Life by MOD SUN
I Want It All by Arctic Monkeys
I Will Be Found (Lost at Sea)by John Mayer
Keep It Movin'(ft. P.O.S.) by MOD SUN
The Path Less Traveled(ft. Pat Brown) by MOD SUN
Robbers by The 1975
Scare Away the Dark by Passenger
Sing by Ed Sheeran (seeing him in September woot woot)
Somebody Loves You by Betty Who
Stay High(feat. Hippie Sabotage) by Tove Lo
The Wrong Directionby Passenger
You're in Loveby Betty Who
yes MODSUN is the boo
but so is Betty Who..
Anyways think happy thoughts and have a beautiful day!
What I know. I know some things about myself. Not much. Or at least not as much as I would like. I think a lot. I overthink most things. I write love letters to people I haven't talked to or have barely talked to, but never write them to people I actually love. I don't know why. Sharing feelings is the most terrifying thing to me. Next to being sad. Both are absolutely petrifying ideas in my mind. I write what my lips can't speak. I try to be funny. People say I'm funny. That makes me feel good. I believe in traveling, friendship, books, and hugs. I want to learn. But I don't want to go to school. I'm told that I'm not smart. Or rather I'm made to feel as though I am not intelligent. This really hurts. I have a best friend who just gets me. But I can't tell her any of my broken moments.
I get called weird often and get crazy looks, but I like that because that means I'm different. I know how to make a lot of fun for myself. I also know how to make sadness for myself. That's the worst. I don't like talking about myself, yet look at what I'm doing. This is less abrasive I feel though. There I go making excuses for why I only let strangers read me.
I'm afraid. I don't want this future I'm "supposed" to follow. I have traveling, love, and writing in my heart. There's a very limited amount of those ingredients in my life at the moment. I want to change my life. I don't know how to. I need to change my life. It's wasting away. But I don't exactly stop it. I feel powerless. Not much money, haven't even graduated high school yet, but I still want to get up and take on the world. What's stopping me? Everything. Me included. I'm crazy probably. Actually I'm really scared people will actually think I'm crazy. I care too much, but not enough at the same time. I feel lost. So lost. I don't know anything anymore. I guess I don't know. I don't know me.
Yesterday, March 28, was the last day of school before spring break. So my friend Katie and I just had to celebrate with ice cream and a little Goodwill hunting. I had to pick up everything for a grand total of a reasonable $15 for 5 quirky, cute items. I present to you my first ever thrift store haul. This is just riveting.
"Captain America is hot so I must purchase " was the logic behind this
I thoroughly enjoy this wallet, but alas I already own one so I gave it to my brother. It was too sweet to pass up honestly. I figured he would get more use out of it than me.
My birthday is in a few days so I thought that the best way to treat myself was with a 50 cent mug! And I couldn't be happier.
This tropical headband is just the right one to add to my collection. Forget diamonds, headbands are a girls best friend.
Now let's get to the sick nasty. This. Bank. Rock. My. Socks. I don't know how else to put it other than I'm in love. Just wait it get's better.
Yeah it just got better. Another bank. This Pepsi Cola vending machine is a little beat up, but who really cares.
It's hard looking like yourself sometimes. It shouldn't be, but it is. Your body plays tricks on your mind, and in return your mind plays tricks on your body. But you try to push past the fact that you have about ten pimples plastered on your face and instead tell yourself all teens get zits. And yet you still feel bad about it.
The song "Hard Out Here" by Lily Allen comes to mind when I think about how challenging it is to be a woman this day in age. I really admire how outspoken Lily is about many topics including how men objectify women. She also tackles the "Blurred Lines" lyrical issue and Miley Cyrus' racial controversy so this song is just kick ass.
If its not your face your feeling bad about it's your body. It's so different from the ones spread on the covers. We are told by society that celebrities and models are the standards for beauty. There can be no in-between beauty. You're skinnier than them then you have an eating disorder. You're thicker than them and you're an overweight beast. Well that's not fair to anyone. Even those models on the magazines know they're bodies are being touched to create an unreal and unachievable human body. Nobody can win.
This is why beauty seems to be so fake. We are rarely told that's its beautiful if someone helps someone. A woman is only beautiful in the media's eyes if she has impeccable skin, shimmering hair, and some kind of slim yet at the same time curvy body. It is really ridiculous the amount of worth we place on something we have little control of.
Sure this part of Mean Girls is funny at first, but that's because we know this is the truth of the real world. People think someone has more worth and more to offer if they fit society's framing of good looking.
The human body is beautiful in many aspects. It's not the number on the scale or the bumps on your face. It's the crinkling around the eyes and the wide open mouth formed from a laugh. It's the smile spread across your face that someone you love brings. It's the emotions our face expresses that is beautiful. It's the differences that are beautiful. All of the moles, freckles, colors, and shapes that are apart of someone can be admired.
Another issue I have with the society's idea of beauty is the thought that "You don't need makeup to look beautiful". It's in songs, magazines, and leaves people's mouths too often. If a man or woman wants to put makeup on their face for whatever reason, nobody has a right to tell them they shouldn't do that. If a girl feels beautiful without makeup then that's wonderful but if a girl likes to do and wear makeup then so what, it's her face. People put on makeup for different reasons. A lot of the time it's because it makes us feel better about ourselves. If we can feel better with makeup then we should wear it! There's absolutely NOTHING wrong with that.
It's not only the eyes that see beauty. Beauty surrounds us. The world itself hold so much beauty. The sounds of music, the feeling of a breeze on a warm day, the taste of a home cooked meal are all beautiful. Below is a little something I find so beautiful and I hope it brightens you're day.
Now isn't that something. Almost everyone that participated in this video was anxious and perhaps insecure about having to share a kiss with a complete stranger. A kiss is something that can be uniting. A mind and body experience even.
I feel that this video breaks a barrier. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there. It was as if in the kiss, both parties freed themselves and let down fears or walls they show to most. It was like they told each other a story in between the movement of lips. It was truly beautiful.
