Resurrecting the oldest powerbook known to man and my plan to pack before work failed miserably. #humpday (Taken with Instagram at Lake Eola Heights Historic District)
Resurrecting the oldest powerbook known to man and my plan to pack before work failed miserably. #humpday (Taken with Instagram at Lake Eola Heights Historic District)
Sweet baby Jesus this place is amazing. #lespetitspleasures (Taken with Instagram at Les Petits Pleasures)
Happy New Year 😘 (Taken with instagram)
Fuck yeah? ☺ (Taken with instagram)
@mikewilkie and I have no interest in coming back to Florida :( (Taken with Instagram at Stowe, VT)
You can’t really tell, but it’s snowing like a mother fucker. (Taken with Instagram at Stowe)
I totally teared up throughout the duration of this video. Love never felt looked so natural.
okay this is too cute.  they are lucky to have such adorable clips of them.  damn that’d make for potential sob material.  nostalgia for the win!  but they’re totes in love so no worries. :)
(Source: emmaisalesbian)
Stowe, Vermont
The view from this Vermont mountain is absolutely breath taking, and that photo just doesn’t do it justice. For this summer bird, winter has never felt more real. Everything has been kissed with white, brown, and green, and the sky is overcast, as per usual in New England. I’m currently staring at a tiny female version of Randy from A Christmas Story, cladly dressed in this season’s most appropriate skiing attire. It’s bright pink, and even Buddy knows that’s my favorite color. She’s lumbering through the snow in her big boots while her father ushers her from behind.
Despite the fact that it rained yesterday, and half of the mountain is exposing the dead of winter, there is somethingso familiar about this place, something serene, something almost perfect. Like home. This place feels like home. I grew up in the cold and the desolate, and am writing this in the cold and desolate… Aside from the fire roaring at my feet, this place has every element to make one feel lonely and distraught, but the beauty and smiling faces of both the mountain and the people who inhabit it, make you feel quite the opposite.
Vermont is apparently the most liberal state in the union. It seems like every restaurant menu I pick up caters to the environmentally conscience lactose intolerant, while still maintaining the log-cabin-local feel this mountainous region is known for. To be completely honest, I have never felt more welcomed nor more comfortable in any foreign place, ever.
I love it here.
(via artpixie)
(Source: smokeandacoke, via elephantnotes)
(via animalia)
Yes.
(Source: artpixie)
Nothing like homemade chicken, rice, and kale soup on a rainy day. (Taken with instagram)
In the beginning…
It’s hard to really consider yourself much of anything when you’re sitting here, updating your blog, in florescent yellow hot pants.
But here I am.
I play music, but it’s hard to consider myself a “musician.” Perhaps because I only take about 5% of my life seriously. Maybe it’s a lack of faith and confidence, maybe it’s subconscious hope and fear… whatever it is, the title still feels awkward.
But I play music.
LA was not what I was expecting, but was at the same time? It was a learning experience, for which I cannot even begin to express my gratitude. For someone who is still in her first 6 months of a musical career, having my name already passed around this country speaks in and of itself. I know I am talented, I just need to truly believe in that talent.
It just takes time.
It’s one thing for so many to compliment your talent, but another to truly understand and have faith in it. I’ll be there soon enough.
I just have a terrible habit of making really intimidating lists for myself—this happens to apply to every aspect of my life. I am very well versed in what needs to be accomplished, but am at a complete loss to how it should be done (and paid for). For instance, I need to record. Yet I also need piano lessons, vocal lessons, and for fuck’s sake… a BAND… before I can even think about recording. I don’t even know where to begin with any of that. Then I feel slightly overwhelmed and frustrated. Then I remind myself that I am crazy and have only been doing this 6 months. Then I start thinking I am in the wrong city for this. Then I get discourage. Then I play a show and get an ass load of feedback… and the process starts over.
I am not crazy right? This happens to everyone?
It’s okay, I’m crazy.
All I know, is that I love sharing and expressing these moments of my life with others in hopes that they don’t feel as alone as I did when I wrote some of these songs. Or that they can feel the same love and passion for life, like I did in a few others.
The past, present, and future are virtually meaningless, unless you have someone or something to share it with… regardless of how stressed it makes you feel.
