60 Little Tips That Can Change a Girl’s Life


One small step for girls, one giant leap for womankind.
  1. Download a banking app.
  2. Drink more herbal tea. It will save your life.
  3. Making your own coffee/tea instead of buying it will make you a rich woman.
  4. Always have at least 6 chap sticks stocked up.
  5. Check out thrift stores. You may have to wash things three times before you get the old lady smell out, but it’s well worth it.
  6. Never buy cheap jeans.
  7. Buy cheap sunglasses instead.
  8. Don’t chase boys.
  9. Wrinkle spray and a hair dryer erase all need to ever use an iron for all of you lazy ironers like me.
  10. Wear slippers when you have to drive in heels.
  11. Wear slippers when you’re travelling.
  12. Wear slippers at all moments that it’s even slightly acceptable to wear slippers.
  13. Spend a little extra money on your make up; it’s so worth it.
  14. Get running sneakers that are actually…

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Small-Large Things.

I’m having a hard time right now because I want to wrap myself into a pile of blankets and grimey yet comforting music and books and lull myself away into oblivion and avoid everyone but my sister and it’s so hard because life goes on and I must learn to keep momentum and I know that this is a run on sentence but that’s only because that’s how I feel like I’m living my life right now; in a series of run on sentences. 


With really long breaks inbetween. And then I lose the momentum. 


The scary thing is that no one thing  in particular has happened to make me feel like this. It was my 20th birthday on Monday and it was so wonderous, and right now the thought of class tomorrow is making me ill and I don’t want to be around people at all. 


Goodness I feel so far from my person and I want to know who they are  and what small things make them smile and  please hurry up because I want to share so much with you. I know I’m young but honestly.. I know that you’re out there somewhere and I’ve so excited to meet you.  

I want to crawl somewhere and not be touched or disturbed or anything. 

I want to work in a bookstore and sell my own artwork there as well. Live in a cozy appartment down the street. 

Maybe be an art therapist, live down the street from a bookstore that I become a regular at and sell art to people in the bookstore. Go there on my days off. Have a cozy appartment. Enough room for friends. Loads of bookcases and space to make my art. 

My mind is a cluttered mess of the future and it won’t stop and I’m literally spinning back and forth between fear and excitement. I’m not sure what’s happening anymore.

Found this on the interwebs. It’s not mine, just thought I’d share the heck out of it.



It’s beyond fuckin’ rad. 

All my love, 


Shivering Spines (and drunken ramblings)

There’s solace in spinning and there’s solace in stillness and there’s solace in speaking and also not speaking and there’s solace in you.
Wherever you are.
I pray that I find you in this lifetime.
I miss you, so much.
I can’t wait to meet this version of you. ‘Cause I’ve known you before.
The wait is worth it.
Torturous, But necessary,

Because it will be 10x more enticing when we finally do.

But please. Take pity on me.
I can’t wait to meet you.

To know that we have plans without making plans.
To know I am to wake up with your body in the same bed as mine.
I know that you’re out there.

And I’m fine until we do become one. I’m making art and living.
But your existence excites my core.
Excites my soul and my perspective on life.

Don’t go easy on me.
I’ve so much love bottled up and it’s waiting for you.
Take pity on me, and help me find you.
I miss you, so much.
I’m so excited to crash into you.

All mine and all yours, 

Midnight Pulse

A Stream of Consciousness

A stream of conscious. An small update of this week. 

There’s just .. so much. 


It’s been reading week this week. I’m attending a one year certificate program for Art Fundamentals, which is basically fine arts smushed into one rushed, unbelievably busy year. It’s going really well, but I’ve been worrying about what happens if I don’t get into my first choice for next year… 

So, reading week. 

I redid my room. Last year, I was miserable this time of the year. February/March. Which is unbelievably depressing, because my birthday is the second week of March. So my birthday last year.. well I spent it crying over champagne and dinner with my family. So in a fit, I rearranged my room. Cleaning helps me remove all the grime from my brain, so sometimes I have fits of it. 

So, it being reading week and the lurk of darkness creeping in on me, I went to Ikea, bought some new stuff and actually transformed my room into a place where I can do my art and read and be comfortable and allow myself to be whole without needing the unexistent presence of whoever.  And it’s been so wonderful. I feel .. happy and I feel .. whole and I really am so pleased that it’s thanks to me, and not to whoever. I hope that everyone gets to experience this. 

I need to record this, ’cause Tuesday was literally the best day in far too long(aside from the fact that I have been battling an awful, awful cold). I read wonderful, and brilliantly written fanfiction and emersed myself in Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell that has been sitting on my bookshelf since Christmas. I ordered pizza, sat up a laptray on my bed and read back and forth and ate pizza untill 4 in the morning and goddamn if I wasn’t the happiest I’ve been in far too long. And yesterday I ordered 150$ worth of Sherlock merch from Etsy, and at least one item will get here in time for my birthday and the thought of that just makes me so damn happy. And there isn’t really much more that I can say to explain how wonderful this second last week of being 19 years old has been. 

But now, on this Friday evening, I must dive back into my homework, as I have many projects to do that are due next week, which really really stinks but I seriously have to at least try getting started. Right. 

All mine and all yours, 

Midnight Pulse


a Song

The time for breathing and sinking and floating is here.
It washes in so hypnotic and expected. Like a warm hug or a soft kiss.
It’s not time to cry out its time to sink in. Find the beautiful. Cling to yourself. It’s okay to not know who we are. Just hold yourself and know what it’s like to breathe your own air.


Just a drabble I wrote one night when I lay awake with thoughts and images spinning around in my mind. 

I’ve become accustomed to lulling myself to sleep by my own breathing. Literally. Breathe in, and feel yourself breathe out – try and expell air longer than you inhale. Once you allow yourself to relax, it works like a charm every time. 

I hope this helps someone as well. I hope this reaches someone. Maybe even you. 

I’m not giving up on you. I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re out there somewhere. 


All my love, 


Shaking Trees

There’s more that this.
There’s more than that.
There’s more than everything.

I see that looking back it was something, but it wasn’t everything.
A thing that was more than I believed.
More than I believed because I didn’t want to be alone.

I know that I’m still searching, and I’m alone.
But not as alone as I was when you found me and I ran to you.

It’s different and I’m different.
I’m whole but it’s not because of you.
It’s because I found myself when I lost you and now I’m free.
I’m freer than I ever have been.

I feel free to search for that magic, free to search where I’m meant to be.
It’s all just transport till you have that pull and the pull that pulls you over the edge and that’s okay
Because you look to your side and there they are holding your hand whispering sweet nothings
Except they aren’t sweet nothings.
They’re promises of warmth and love and comfort and life.
And we’re terrified but it’s worth it because. 
We know we fit. 

To my person I haven’t met yet, 
I hope that you’re smiling and that the sky is blue for you even when it’s not and that you smile a least once today, even if it’s for something small. I miss you. I can’t wait to meet you. 

I pick myself up, 

I dust myself off. 

I start all over again … 

All mine and all yours, 


My Personal Hurricane

There’s a lot going on. And by a lot going on I mean that there’s nothing going on which makes my brain spin. I’m spinning out of control about life and feeling kind of lost. 

And I guess that’s normal. But I’m sick of .. this. It makes me feel bipolar. I feel whole. I feel empty. I’m caught up in a book. I feel lovely and the sun is shining but I pull myself down and become surrounded by my demons of what I’m suppose to be and who I thought I was. 

When I go back to school, I think I’m going to get some counselling. Maybe. 

I’m spinning, unravelling and  winding up all at once and it’s terrifying. Happy to sad, willing to disabled, self love to self hatred. 

Leave me alone. Let me be. 

Please stay. 

All mine and all yours, 


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