- Love yourself regardless of what others think/say. Like the great Dr Seuss once said, “If they matter, they don’t mind; if they mind, they don’t matter.”

- Focus on what you love. Don’t waste time or energy on anything else.

- Use every opportunity you can to help a friend.

- Don’t get stuck on the past.

- INVEST IN YOUR BODY MODIFICATIONS. And make sure your tattoo artist isn’t a sloppy, pervy coke addict. 

- Work hard towards what you want. It will be worth it. 

- Life is what you make it. Attitude really does matter. 

- The more you worry, the bigger your problem becomes. Focus on here and now. 

- Don’t buy hair extensions. It’s not worth it, coming from someone who has had almost every method on her head. 

- Don’t let anything sway you except your own point of view. 

- Don’t cheap out. Like body modifications, always invest in a good product that will last you a long time.

- Don’t cheat yourself. Don’t lie to yourself. Don’t put yourself down. 

- There’s no such thing as “fake” or “a poser.” Everyone has a dream they’re trying to fulfill, an image we want to become. There’s nothing wrong with that.

- This one is from one of my friends: Self control is the best victory.

- Never let your emotions get the best of you, unless they are emotions of joy & love.

- This too shall pass. 

- Cliches are usually/probably true. 

You know, this whole “embracing yourself” thing is a lot easier said than done. 

Which sucks to even admit that it’s hard, I’ve been a hater of pretty much anything that comes my way for so long that sometimes I confuse myself. 

One of my strongest beliefs is that the world is your mirror, everything that you feel, think, buy, support, do, is reflected everywhere else in the world, or is effected somehow. I feel like in some strange way I’ve caused a portion of the hate and negativity that’s going on in the world these days.

I used to be the true essence of a hipster - no, not in my sense of style, which for some reason people think that’s how you identify a hipster (I hardly have jack shit anymore from being poor and selling all my things, or giving them away in a manic I’m-abandoning-all-this-unnecessary-shit frenzy, which I’m now kicking myself in the ass for), but in the sense that I felt this harrowing, intense need to be wildly different from anyone and everyone. It was like the argumentative personality type in my personal style and interests. Super underground, counter culture, punk-turned-emo-turned-scene-turned-hipster-in-the-sense-of-style-way. That tended to be the natural progression of counter-culture adolescent female, as it turned out. And you can’t bitch at me that it’s not true, cause I was kind of a part of it. 

Now that I’m all like “I’m gonna like what I like and me or you or NO ONE is gonna give a FUCK about it,” it’s almost making me MORE depressed. What even. 

Moral of story: learn to love yourself before you get too old to remember how

I’m just gonna lie on my bed with the laptop and eat candy and other sweets and listen to my “waiting for autumn” mix and wait for my boyfriend to come rescue me.

Songs that remind me of falltime fill me with such bittersweetness. A tiny, perfect shard of hope, an acceptance of darkness, a reminder of my past love affair with hopelessness.

Also feeling despondent and appreciative of the dark, quiet, peaceful & reflective times in life? I highly recommend: Bjork, Iron & Wine, The Smiths, Fleet Foxes, Sea Wolf, Florence and the Machine, Bob Dylan, Cat Power, The Shins, Caribou, Simon and Garfunkel, and Bon Iver, to name a few. 

totally forgot i had these sites. actually i just signed up for twitter. 

instagram: tattooine_

twitter: maplejoy

going to be posting ebay stuff tomorrow. working on another etsy shop idea. gotta get hustlin. stay posted. :) 

only US show this YEAR

in MINNESOTA

FUCK YEAH

spent the night here on our way to bonnaroo. it’s a sadly dirty city.

went to hooters for the first time. yuck.

so excited for the next few days! it’s been from bella fiore to wakarusa and now to bonnaroo, hardly any slowing down. i’ve been meeting so many amazing people and finding awesome new music. my life is fucking amazing right now. i thank my lucky stars - and my lovely lovely friend & lovely loverfriend :)

kikiiirenee:

Ew. Some people eat the nastiest shit.

one time my boyfriend’s cousin was eating something and i asked him what it was. he  let me try some - then instantly he and bf’s mom started laughing cause they were african silkworms. not really my cuppa tea

this one is going to be changed into a less personal, more idea-collecting blog and my new one will be my personal. i’m not sure if i want it password protected yet or not. since i don’t update a whole lot anymore idk how this will go but we’ll see :)