I’ve been thinking about selling a bunch of my clothes on Etsy. Everything is thrifted except for the shoes, hat, and tights. Most of the clothes are vintage and thrifted for pretty cheap, probably no more then $5/6 for each item (see through chiffon coverup, orange lace shorts, bohemian long sleeve top, spanish style vest, knee length see through black coverup, white cotton romper, and black lace floor length cardigan). 

hmmm, decisions, decisions.

Food consolidates me. I bring ice cream to my apartment as much as I can afford to because it stops my emotions from bubbling up from having to live with two men. Although I guess I can consider myself lucky because from what I’ve heard from others, living with female roommates tends to be more emotionally demanding then living with males. Key phrase is ‘tends to be’ so that was not a generalization.

Hand stitching is a necessary skill that needs to be taught in school. I’m serious. There are countless times where I’ve been asked to fix up very simple rips, belt loops come undone, and other tiny mishaps. Then not so many people would be throwing away clothes and going out to buy new ones because they couldn’t do a simple repair. 

I’m glad I decided to become a painting and art history major. There’s so much I want to try (sculpting, weaving, wood-working, furniture building, textiles/fibers, glass blowing, screen printing, fashion designing, picking up an instrument again and playing music, installation work, film.….and the list goes on)….but I needed something to ground me. Painting does it for me. It’s a great basis to build myself from. I don’t have the time or money to take all these courses at school but with time I’ll be able to become familiar with the different tools and materials. Creativity and inspiration is always there. I’d love to incorporate science and sustainability into my future works. Neri Oxman is definitely one of my biggest influences (I crush on her big time).

Trying to live a minimalistic life is really hard when you love quirky clothing and all these quirky pieces are not casual every day attire appropriate. At least I’ve reduced my closet in half and donated/consigned most of it. 

Naked yoga.

Feels like I’m asking the universe to penetrate me. 

I’m so happy I’m attending Massart. It’s a chaotic system but in the end it’s worth everything. I am constantly surrounded by creativity and beautiful people. We feed off each other in a mutualistic way. The flow is never ending. 

Playing dress-up and dancing to Tame Impala instead of going to school

Lonerism college life

Want to know why Boston is the worst dressed city?

Just search “25 Most Stylish Bostonians of 2013” 

tangledwing:

Treefrog tadpoles (Agalychnis). Native to forests in Mexico, Central America and northwestern South America.

(via loveyourchaos)

Let go of your ego. Do not walk around believing you “know,” and sticking to that knowledge. Question everything. Do not interrupt and listen. Do not assume but ponder. Put yourself in other people’s shoes. Do not let your judgement make you a fool. Let go of your selfishness. It’s hard, being the humans we are but I am trying and it has made my life all the better.

Medea is a really powerful Greek tragedy. Some verses in it were so dauntingly beautiful because of the repulsion/connection you feel through the horrific graphicness. I can only imagine, at the time it was made accessible to the public, what they thought of it. Stories were probably abundant, but to actually read something gruesome was not common. The evilness of the act of a mother killing her own children is apparent, but I’m just interested in how ancient Athens reacted to it. Maybe it had never happened or occurred to anyone. Maybe it was a completely new horror introduced to them. Imagine, in this current world of ours and the horrors we face and hear about, what new evil can be procured? Is it possible, or have we reached a point where evil is at its highest but just hasn’t been applied to the masses? 

Why are people so quick to interrupt? Let me finish what I’m saying and it just might make more sense to you. When you cut me off with a question on the first few words that came out of my mouth then you have very little to base a question off of, which makes your question invalid. There are very few ideas in this world that permanently start out as something, and end the same way. I can start my statement with an idea, and completely end up somewhere different.  I think people forget that there is no other person in the world who has led the exact same life as them. Some words just trigger an automatic reaction in you as you piece together word and memory, but your memories are not someone else’s memories so don’t be so quick to judge. So please, let me voice my thoughts. That is, if you want to hear them. In return, I’ll do the same and let you finish your thoughts and I will contemplate them before making brash assumptions.