why we hurt when artists die
A lyrical and vocal legacy echoes today in the ears of the heartbroken.
A lyrical and vocal legacy echoes today in the ears of the heartbroken.
NANCY FREAKING O’DELL…my 16 year old self doing a little flip.
the lesson I learned while chasing after a runaway skateboard on the Venice Boardwalk.
In a world that is riddled with unexplainable obstacles that decide to pour down all at once, this girl needs a Kit-Kat.
Just as I get used to being complacent, life throws that god damn curveball just to see if I’d been listening.
where candy crush meets a disgruntled grandpa
Here’s to all those people who think they have it all figured out – news flash – we’re all human, therefore, we’re all flawed.
DISCLAIMER: This is going to be a different kind of post – filled with links and videos that you may or may not want to view…but let’s try it, shall we? Whiplash was one of those movies that I was like, sure I’ll go see it, whatever. It’s an art film, so I know short-attention […]
It’s official. I want to move to Hawaii. I know, I know. How many countless people say that and how many other countless people say, “Someday”? I grew up in a world where I was taught the glass was either half-empty, or half full, where I’d exclaim, “There is no glass” (there is no spoon, […]
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