I just want to feel everything

(wearing: vintage bell sleeved tunic, See You Monday leggings, diy tie dye turban head wrap, vintage boots, necklace from Mexico)

More purple hair picturesssss. These are old (obvi) but I am actually planning on re-doing most of my hair this color this week. Sho exshitedddd. As for today, once I finish up a couple of SOS orders I will be dedicating the rest of my time to finding my inner balance. I've felt really out of sorts lately and sometimes it's important to take a step back and re-find yourself and reconnect in a way. It seems most people I talk to nowadays suffer from a general feeling of disconnection. The world around us is so hyper-stimulating, so fast paced and ever changing that it's hard to come to grips with living in the moment and not getting caught up in the chaos and superficial distractions.

My remedy to all of this? Meditation, music, reading and writing.

Also, new Fiona Apple GOLD. gahd I love her too much for words.

xxSEA

waitwaitwait,okay, WHAT

          

WHY have I never seen this until now (being a self proclaimed Fiona fan-atic and all-lolzz) and WHYYY doesn't everyone know about it and WHYY the fuuuuh isn't Fiona Apple more respected as an artist. This girl is some kind of genius, I'm telling you. Every single lyric is so poignant and holds such emotion. Watch awayy, and become a fellow obsessor.

The early cars

Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work
In holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round
Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I could taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud
And it doesn't make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache


What is this posture
I have to stare at
That's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game 'cause he lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth


But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things that I've said that he stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier light
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact i cant stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

XXSea

p.s.

I know I slacked agaaaaiiin this week, many many apologiez, but I PROMISE, I'll make up for it this weekend !