sing song bird

"You pass through places And places pass through you But you carry 'em with you On the souls of your travellin' shoes... And I'll sing The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs" -The Be Good Tanyas

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The body of 2015, of the Instagram age—where every sponsored meal replacement bar, Pilates move and waist training session is broadcast to millions of followers who respond back with #BodyGoals—is somehow, despite all sharing and perceived openness, less cut-and-dry than ever. Because, we're coming to realize, no amount of squats and side-bends and leg lifts and vegan diets gives one person the trifecta of a Kim Kardashian full ass, Beyonce's whittled waist and Taylor Swift's narrow thighs. So the question now is: Is everyone getting liposuction and cosmetic body sculpting without us?

Alexandra Turnell, Harper’s Bazaar

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The 10 Most Killer Cover Songs of the Past Decade By Jon Dolan, rollingstone.com

Karen O channeling Robert Plant? Rad! We picked one essential cover from each of the last ten years

This cen­tu­ry has been a gold­en age for cover songs. Thanks to YouTube, we're always there when­ev­er a band plays a must-hear ver­sion of some…

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Holy shit, this is me and my latino lover. Except I go to bed at 2:55 and the latter is more like 4:50

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Ruby, the newest member of my posse

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[fuckyeahtattoos]

*cough*

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Ha!

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You're officially the dumbest person in the news today.  I don't know which is worse, giving a Nazi salute after you score a goal, claiming that you're so stupid that you don't even know what that is, or the fact that you have "Get Rich or..." I'm assuming "Die Tryin" tattooed on your pelvis.  Either way, you're fucked. Loser.

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Tyler Stout, you rock.

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Memento by WeEatDesign

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Christopher Nolan’s early days. This movie reminds me of a specific place I was in life. So much has changed, and sometimes I feel like I’ve moving backwards.

At least I have my memory, and not all those ugly tattoos, amiright?

[etsy]

Imagined galaxies and constellations by Elise Mahan Fine Art.

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Add this to the list of things I want, and cannot buy for another year. Sigh... ehh, guess that's life.

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My boo's part robot now. This is the post op x-ray. His jaw was fractured in two places. You can see where they screwed in metal plates to hold it in place.

[life]

Some things never change.

On this day in LIFE — February 19, 1971: Everyone’s just wild about… nostalgia.

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In need of some serious girl time. And, no, I'm not talking about a scissor fest, just a good ol' fashioned chick flick/wine/ice cream kiki. Maybe a few tears, a little gossip, and A LOT of laughs. Gays are welcome as well, and so are "fun" boys. No sports talk, no farting. Lots of yarn for crochet, etc.

Everyone's allowed to be a girl sometimes. But let's skip the 4th grade makeovers and pillow fights. After all, I'm an adult now and only use Kiehl's face masks and Bare Minerals. That shit is expensive (and soooo mature).

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Mankind plans and God laughs

My horoscope today Nailed that one on the head, universe, you little bitch you

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P.S.

When did I get so old and fat?  The 21 year-old hostesses at work weigh 100 lbs and dress better than I do.  They're so damn cute.  I haven't weighed 100 lbs since the 5th grade, the same year my boobs appeared and then immediately stopped growing.  And lately I eat chocolate chips in bed (my favorite home remedy to cure my influenza) and even a black sweatshirt can't hide my beer belly. Yikes!

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I used to write...

And now I just have lengthy conversations with myself.  Conversations that I think about writing down, but then forget to because my ADD kicks in and I'm already involved in another serious and philosophical conversation with myself.  Some people might call that crazy or even classify that as paranoid schizophrenia, but fear not, it is just the mundane ramblings of a 26 year-old daydreamer.

I know it's mid-way through February, but like any good little procrastinator, I never did make a "New Year's Resolution".  I thought that phrase was worth capitalizing, because like marriage, we never take these resolutions seriously.  I on the other hand spend a good part of the beginning of the year thinking about my possible resolutions.  It must not be too general but cannot be too specific either.  Something small that I could easily stick too, but something that I still feel, although small, will impact my life positively, with the hope that by keeping this one promise to myself my entire life will slowly and surely take a turn for the better.  My fears and stresses will alleviate themselves, less worrying, more action.  As if by one small resolution kept, a chain reaction will occur, unlocking the mysteries of life.  I'll loose that pesky 5, errr, 20 lbs I gained, stop smoking, go to yoga and not spend a good portion of my tips on whiskey.  Sounds like bullshit you say?  That's because it mostly is, the whole idea is really.  I've lost myself to my own ramblings again... see, it's the ADD.

What was I saying?  Oh yeah, my New Year's Resolution is to write more.  Judging by the length of that last paragraph, I'm already on my way to having a life changing 2013.  To the year of the snake!

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Currently on Netflix. Joan Riivers, what a woman! I found this documentary incredibly inspiring, and found her surprisingly humble. Who knew? Joan Rivers paving the path for funny, outspoken women everywhere.

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Bad Luck Bertha

Why when I need a friend the most does it feel like there are none to be found?

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Happy Valentine's Day