Find yourself in the music you create, not just the music you listen to.– Joseph Getfield
let's hold hands and splash through puddles.
thedustdancestoo: be yourself when the sun awakes; be beautiful.
When I was little, running down a hill was the epitome of living life on the edge. Feet pounding, heart racing, hair streaming, limbs flying; I laughed in the face of danger. I toyed with the possibilty of launching face first and falling, tumbling, head long to a sudden sure doom of bumps, bruises, skinned knees and shredded palms. The feeling of flight was worth the risk.
pain reminds us that this world is not our home.
I freaked out my classmate when I burst into song about him lending me a text book. Total New Girl style. I am also wearing pink pants.
Made this for breakfast today. Best thing after goofing off on the track and in the gym.
Bought my senior recital dress! And you ask, at what fancy ball gown store did I buy the article of clothing solely created to capture the essence of the culmination of my four years as a music major? Goodwill ;)
Some beats and jazz to read to.
Let’s grow old together- until even our wrinkles match.
like the fog.
I want to be like the fog. Thick. Engulfing. Pressing you on every side. Brushing over dew as we travel through the morning.
breath of life.
thedustdancestoo: the world was created by words, spoken. the universe, ignited by a poem exhaled.
My daughter will be raised a queen. From my grandmother she will learn caring. From my mother she will learn strength. From me she will learn independance. From history she will learn the value of intelligence. From the downtrodden she will learn service. From nature she will learn that true beauty grows within. From faith she will learn to laugh at the days to come. She will learn to love.
Thrifted a pair of wide legged burgundy cords and a cream colored Ralph Lauren flannel. Took them to the register and realized that if I ever wore them together, I’d look like a character from That 70’s Show. Surprise halloween costume of fate? Yuup.
I Don’t Worry, Bess Rogers
Eagle Rock Music Festival: with my twinn's crew. →
Here’s a bit of my neighborhood’s music fest from last Saturday, from the lens of Gavion Niere. Twinn, I love how we were at the same event, but had totally different experiences. (Still bummed that I didn’t get to see you, but it looks like you had a blast ;)
There’s something about singing praise songs with my face lifted and my eyes squeezed shut, feeling like no one else but God is listening. Then when I open my eyes, I’m blinded by the stage lights so bright I imagine I glimpse heaven. It’s magical.
happiness and joy are not the same.