My hair is now blue but I’m feeling the opposite. Unless we’re talking blue skies and chlorine ripples, then I’m that shade of blue. What’s new with you?, people ask me and I say ‘Nothing much’ and pair it with a shrug but it’s not really true. A lot is new. This feeling of happy I’m wearing is new. I’m not pointing it out like a badge on my chest but they can smell it on me, this faint scent of happiness that’s lingering on my skin.
This summer has been long in length and sunlight, the humidity and likely my lack of vitamin intake has given me a plague of bug bites for months on end. I’ve accumulated around 20 itchy spots and I want it to stop but just dealing with it all the same.
On weekdays I have a hot laptop on my legs for hours and I waste so much money on tacos and not packing lunches but I don’t have to wear slacks anymore and I work with two bands who are as talented as they are lovely human beings, which makes work less so.
On weekends, I’m mostly with him, who I’ve named before but don’t like to shout too often because god, do I have a problem with being vulnerable and being too much and fear opening my arms, dropping smitten words, then having it all disappear but whatever, trying to fight it, I guess. We don’t do anything in particular on weekends- just eat too much ramen, slip into naps while watching Netflix when it’s too hot outside, try out the cutting watermelon life hack we saw on the internet. Nothing special but it’s special.
Opposite of blue.
8:07 pm • 26 August 2014 • 2 notes
It’s my 10 year high school reunion in 2 weeks and I’m picking outfits so naturally I googled this first.
8:23 pm • 25 August 2014 • 5 notes
"Here’s the thing," he says, and pauses to take a bite of a hamburger. "Life’s shitty, and we’re all gonna die. You have friends, and they die. You have a disease, someone you care about has a disease, Wall Street people are scamming everyone, the poor get poorer, the rich get richer. That’s what we’re surrounded by all the time. We don’t understand why we’re here, no one’s giving us an answer, religion is vague, your parents can’t help because they’re just people, and it’s all terrible, and there’s no meaning to anything. What a terrible thing to process! Every. Day. And then you go to sleep. But then sometimes," he says, leaning forward, "things can suspend themselves for like a minute, and then every once in a while there’s something where you find a connection." - Adam Driver (x)
5:24 pm • 19 August 2014
Three days in my hometown for one of my favorite music festivals with Matt, best friends, good music, yummy food, and chill vibes makes Robbie a happy, happy girl.
12:28 pm • 11 August 2014 • 3 notes
Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010) Lucas Lee Posters Dir. Edgar Wright
5:20 pm • 4 August 2014 • 15,210 notes
I went to Cinespia this past weekend to watch “Empire Records” and happy to report AJ is still a babe.
2:20 pm • 29 July 2014 • 2 notes
deciding i was pretty was the best thing that i ever did
one day i was just like
fuck this im pretty
and i was
9:53 pm • 28 July 2014 • 478,085 notes
What are regular sized shirts anymore
5:34 pm • 25 July 2014 • 4 notes
Went to the premiere screening of “No Cameras Allowed” at the Wiltern last night. My homies Young The Giant played an unannounced acoustic set after the screening, my friend Milly booked and planned the sold-out event at the venue, and the doc itself follows James Marcus Haney, a dude I’ve met through YTG several times, and whose life is an awfully big adventure.
It tells Marcus’ tale of sneaking into the world’s biggest music festivals posing as press, which eventually lands him a gig as Mumford & Sons’ tour photographer. But beyond that, I was surprised by the film’s overall theme about embracing life, its engaging and fun storytelling, and the overall hilarious and rebellious life spirit throughout.
It’s such a must see for music lovers and festival goers, though moreover it was a coming of age story set in an exciting musical landscape. I was so enthralled the whole time, a wide smile on my face just riding on Marcus’ courageous coattails.
Afterward a couple dozen of us crammed ourselves into a tiny bar nearby for the afterparty, where I people-watched the cast of “characters” I had just seen on the big screen. I know they aren’t characters at all, but real, lively kids, friends of my friends, that carry a fire in them that had spread onto all of us who attended.
There was something about the spirit of the whole thing that really resonated with me. The overall reminder that life is so good, it’s so grand, it’s everything.
3:03 pm • 24 July 2014 • 1 note
I’ll never not want to be Aaliyah
5:57 pm • 23 July 2014 • 2 notes