Trip to LA: Art Museums and New Shoes

Hello readers! I'm just nearing the end of my summer, and I got to spend one of my last few weeks exploring LA. I wanted post some photos and whatnot for all of you to share my trip with you. This first one is the first two days, where I went to LACMA, Third Street Promenade, and the Grove. I also ate at some cute restaurants. Enjoy <3

urban light

I didn't know these stores existed I was ecstatic

got a new pair of converse- I'd had the other ones for a year now

urban light all lit up

yellow umbrellas

warhol

preach

look at those colors

Monet

I just really like peaches and still lives

cute french restaurant

mmm

Miracle Mile

Matisse

This is kind of a weird painting but look how huge and amazingly it's done! I'm reading the caption in the corner haha. Pretty interesting.

Blogger Party !!


Hey readers! Today I wanted to participate in a quick tag from Abigail Lennah from the Ups & Downs. She recently did a post about her dream blogger meet up, and I was so excited to participate. If you haven't read her post yet, go read it, because all her ideas are so awesome. As for my dream blogger party (to which you are ALL invited):

Venue: Ok definitely a big city, such as New York or LA. We'd need a lot of places to visit and aesthetic things to do. Plus exploring the city with all of you in small groups, taking photos, eating at little cafes, and buying stuff at little shops would be so much fun.

Three Foods:
1) Pancakes. Every morning. Vanessa did a pancake tag forever ago and I still haven't gotten those photos out of my head I need to eat a pancake breakfast with you all.
2) Tea and coffee (even though they are drinks) because who hasn't posted a photo of their aesthetic drink before? Plus I'm pretty sure every blogger has either a tea or coffee obsession (or at least all the ones I've talked to).
3) Pasta and salad. Because it's pasta and salad and everyone likes it and nothing is better than spaghetti and caesar salad after a long day out.

Five Artists or Bands: Oh no. I'm going to try and choose not super obscure stuff ok I'm really trying.
1) Panic! At the Disco because don't pretend like half of you guys aren't secretly emo ok we're going to need that.
2) Probably Lorde because her new Melodrama album is priceless and would be great to listen to while talking and chilling late into the night.
3) American Authors are also just nice to jam and generally upbeat and happy too add those guys in there.
4) Depeche Mode. Because aesthetic jam.
5) Ed Sheeran because I'm pretty sure everyone knows some of his songs and they're all pretty nice and pleasant.

Three Activities:
1) TAKING PHOTOS OF THE AESTHETICS
2) Ranting. About books and movies and art and everything in between.
3) Probably sitting around reading because let's be real like over half of us are introverts and are going to need that downtime. I'm not an extrovert so I'll be partaking in that. For extroverts who don't want to read (because you very well might and if so please join us) there will be an ongoing dance party which everyone is free to participate in (including introverts I love dancing so I will also be there).

Collab Post to Do At the Party:
Hmm. I feel like it would be fun to write a story with some of you writers out there. Or maybe a creative thing where each of us tells a story from a different characters perspective and puts them all together to make a very dynamic impression of a single experience? Let me know if you want to participate in that with me haha I feel like it would be so cool.

What Interactions or Habits Would You Notice? Well the first thing that popped into my head is that I'd see who was actually a neat organized person and who just sweeps everything off their desk so they can take the "clean" picture. I am an in between to be honest. I would also like to see who is constantly writing/drawing in notebooks (me) or taking photos with their fancy camera. I like to watch artists in action. Also I'm excited to see my fashion blogger friends preparing special outfits for days out (give me some tips please).


Well that's it guys, who wants to come? You're all invited. I seriously wish we could all get together like this, how amazing would it be? You're all tagged to participate in this as well, highly recommend, it was super fun. Also, participate in Abigail's Blogger Yearbook, it's awesome for her to put together and we need everyone in it!

A Day at the Zoo

only two weeks of summer left, so I went to the zoo (one of my favorite places)
credits for most of these photos to Davy




















Hello Friends + Summer Playlist


Hey friends, I just wanted to acknowledge that it's been pretty quiet over here on my blog lately, and assure you that it is not because I've forgotten you! I've been working at campus for the last two weeks, and am about to start my third week in a row tomorrow, so there's not many aesthetic adventures to report on right now. What have I been up to? Lots of reading, reorganizing my room, watching youtube, and experimenting with new art supplies. I've also been spending a significant amount of time watching superhero movies and Disney Channel movies. I also am working on a new project- I'm hoping to launch an art youtube channel soon, so I've been spending a lot of time getting that ready. I'll of course let you all know the details of that once it's up and running. To compensate for my lack of interesting posting material, enjoy these songs I've been jamming to this summer, and comment with your favorites <3

The Sound of Sunshine- Michael Franti & Spearhead
Gravedweller- The Wytches
Ain’t it Fun- Paramore
Cardiac Arrest- Bad Suns
Beetles- Warpaint
The Phoenix- Fall Out Boy
Coming Up Roses- Elliott Smith
Goodbye Soleil- Phoenix
Green Eyes- Wavves
Caldera- Far Away Stables
Seattle Rain- 888
Portugal- Walk the Moon
Under the Sun- DIIV
All of the Dead Girls- DREAMCAR
Hollow Visions- Eagulls
Monsoon- Amber Mark
You’re a Germ- Wolf Alice
Caroline- Animal Years
Amsterdam- Nothing But Thieves
Signal- Sylvan Esso
Smoochie- Father John Misty
Cheerleader- Omi
Time is Running Out- Muse
Girls Chase Boys- Ingrid Michaelson
She’s lost Control- Joy Division
Lay me Down- Dirty Heads
Handsome Devil- The Smiths
Vacation- The Go-Go’s & Go-Go’s
All I Think About Now- Pixies
Best Day of My Life- American Authors
About A Girl- Nirvana
Television/ So Far So Good- Rex Orange County
A Dead Night Again- The Wytches
Screen- Twenty-One Pilots
Honestly- American Football
True Care- James Vincent McMorrow
In Circles- Sunny Day Real Estate
Perfect Places- Lorde
Creep- Radiohead
The Day That I first Met You- Ben Talmi
Feels Like We’re Dying- Johnny Goth
Sonder- Homebound
I Was All Over Her- Salvia Palth
Land of the Living- Plain White T’s
Nostalgic Feel- Bedroom
Fourth of July- Fall Out Boy
Anyone Can PLay Guitar- Radiohead
Bus Stop- Andreas Moe
Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby- Cigarettes After Sex
Feel It- tobyMac
The Less I Know the Better- Tame Impala
Strangers- Halsey
For Tomorrow- Blur
Spice Up Your Life- Patent Pending
Summertime- My Chemical Romance
Feels Like Summer- Weezer
40oz. Repeat- FIDLAR
Caught in the Middle- Paramore
Trouble- Cage the Elephant
Blank Space- Taylor Swift
Two-Headed Boy- Neutral Milk Hotel
Anna Sun- Walk the Moon
Freaks- Surf Curse
Simple Things- Brooklyn and Bailey
Violet- Marika Hackman
Oil on Water- Bastille
Dead Fox- Courtney Barnett
Oh No Pedro-Tom Rosenthal
Immortals- Fall Out Boy
Smooth Jazz- Sorority Noise
Shut Up and Dance- Walk the Moon
Draw Your Swords- Angus & Julia Stone
Here Comes the Sun- The Beatles
Maud Gone- Car Seat Headrest
Our Colors- Lions Lions
Why Am I The One- Fun.
(S)He Said- The Cardboard Swords
A Song for the Sunset- Departures
Bury It- CHVRCHES
Bird & Worm Real Estate- The Island of Misfit Toys
Crimewave- Crystal Castles
Airplane Dance- Circa Survive
California Gurls- Katy Perry
A Faint Illusion- Tides of Man
Surfin’ Safari- The Beach Boys
What I want- Cende
Bury Me- Breathe Carolina
Willow- The Arcadian Wild
Cinderella- Odessos
Paint this Town- Anarbor
Niagara- Chase Huglin
Metaphor- Mt. Eddy

Book Review: Bone Gap

Before I start, I just wanted to say that I acknowledge that it's been a long time since I've written a book review. The truth is, I've had to step back in the past six months and reevaluate why I was reading, why I was doing book reviews, and why I was choosing the books I did. I've decided I want to write book reviews on books I enjoy because I want to write book reviews on books I enjoy, and for no other reason than that. Thank you for being patient with me<3

Summary: Bone Gap by Laura Ruby is a contemporary fantasy mixed with realistic fiction, that artfully combines elements of mythology with the trudge of daily life and themes of love and loss. It uses multiple character perspectives to explore these concepts. Finn and Sean live together in Bone Gap, abandoned by everyone and more alone than not. Roza has been abducted by a strange man and is trapped within his hell disguised as heaven. And no matter how many times Finn tries to describe to the people of Bone Gap her kidnapping, nobody believes him. From magical horses and bee-eyed girls, Finn tries to sort out the truth from the myth, and endlessly searches for his missing friend.

Review
I started this book hesitantly, the style felt unfamiliar and awkward for the first few chapters, the characters were confusing, and the plot impossible to follow. I thought about putting it down, but I decided to give it one last chance.

And I'm so glad I did.

This book, once it got into its' rhythm, was amazingly written and so delicately and artistically dealt with complex concepts. I was amazed, by the end, by the way the author had basically defined love and at the same time left it open for reader interpretation. The themes this book expressed were profound, and I appreciated the fact that if focused on many emotional aspects of life, instead of just one static issue. It allowed the characters to be whole people, instead of defined by a trait or feeling. I also loved the style of this book, and the way it was written. There were so many good metaphors and similes in this book, and excellent comparisons. The writing style was so freshly unique and beautiful, I couldn't get enough of it.

I loved the characters in this book. Basically all of them. I enjoyed reading from every point of view, and that's saying something.

Another favorite aspect of this book was how it combined mythos and reality, without defining anything as mythology. Other nerds like myself may have recognized the Fields of Asphodel and the allusions to the myth of Persephone and Hades. But it was never explicitly stated, just carefully woven into the story. It was excellent. I also loved how myths were, before that, constantly mentioned, but only in a background way, like a books on a shelf in Petey's room. Other themes and symbols were threaded throughout as well, the most obvious being corn and bees. It gave the book a strong aesthetic and sense of personality, that keeps it differentiated from other books in your mind.

Finally, I loved the exploration of relationships throughout this book- relationship between brothers, lovers, bullies, dogs, cats, plants, nature, town, etc. Also the way it dealt with beauty- as an appearance and as a true expression of a person.

My only drawback to this book was that I felt the ending was rushed, and not all of the plot was closed. Some things in the ending still didn't quite add up, and I found myself feeling like it was too easy.


Overall, I thought this book excellent, and highly recommend picking it up. What did you think of it? Did you pick up all the subtle themes threaded throughout? Comment below <3

Pleasant Land // Psalm 16

dedicated to my trailhead family. I love you all. you grow flowers in my heart, and this poem will forever be written for you. <3


Crumpled leaves
People bind their books in gold thread
Or wrap them in grocery paper bag
Either way
Words on my cheeks
He writes them in day-old tears and copic marker
Refuge
I hear acoustic guitar somewhere behind the library’s cold walls, whispering Psalms, the distant sound of my tired, heavy feet crunching over that hot concrete months ago
Where were you in the crisis?
Clinging
I say
Clinging
Clinging to tree branches, poetry, song lyrics, flower petals, blue skies, bus stops, and most of all
To refuge
And now
I am in the blessing
For honey is on my tongue and I wake up with it dripped all over the screen of my phone
Ripe apples
Bright red
And heartbeats
I am in the blessing but I hear the shadows behind me, whispering
“Three leaved clovers mean nothing”
They grab at my heels
And bite my neck as I shake in bed
Quietly terrified
I say to them
Lips trembling
“I am in the blessing”
“This land is pleasant”
They hiss in reply
“Blessings are a lie and pleasantries a falsehood”
“All flowers die eventually”
I crouch on the dirt floor
Dead oak leaves scattered around me
And ask my Father
When the demons learned to imitate His voice
He replies
“they are the deceiver but I am the Truth”
He carries me
Bloody
Dried out
Torn
To a cool room made of stone
With stained glass windows letting in murmurs of gentle sunlight
He carries me there and places me on a bed of white
And helps my dead body learn
To rest
And grow lilies out of my ribcage
I’m so shaky
Though
In my prayers I scream frantic apologies for crumbling bone and unsteady fingers on piano keys
And a loss of trust that means a loss of hope
I’m terrified because somehow I’ve lost the puzzle pieces to the space under the couch and pictures don’t make sense anymore
Screaming screaming screaming
To blurry windows and cracked mirrors
Somewhere above my hurricane
The sky
Crackles
Blinding Light
He Says
BE STILL
And I am
I am
I Am
And I drown in tears and grace because
My poetry
Never ends
But neither does
His unfailing love



Parking Lot Towns



Parking lot towns
Big beige buildings with red brick awnings, stacked up neatly, geometrically arranged, model towns with model cars
White painted rectangles for empty automobiles, big, slightly dusty black trucks with thick tires, shiny red suburbans, license plates still missing, dull, silver audis with dents in the fenders, common cars of common people
There’s a haze in the air, of engine exhaust and floor-polish, tinting the once-blue sky a dusky grey
The mountains sit, ominous, in the distance
Navy blue
Silent, hovering
judgmental
I hold my breath
I feel myself blur in the edges of photographs,
Hands becoming undefined blobs of shape,
My eyes
Gone
I hold my breath
Watching
I can’t tell what is up and down and where the parking lot ends
Or even
If it ever does
My dirty green sneakers are half an inch off the ground
My head
Pulses
Throbbing
An ache behind where my eyes once were
Women with long eyelashes and lips painted burgundy
Curves showing, belly buttons and hips and breasts
Under tight lacy crop tops and long flowy skirts, like bright colored oceans that cling to the skin around pelvises
Sandaled feet with the toes painted a bright, neon pink
Ten dollar purses hang from shoulders like weights, heavy, glitzy metal emblems, insignias, logos, signatures on the clasp, knockoff brands and immitations, sewn hastily, cheap metal painted gold
I catch myself fingering fabric and price tags with .99 at the end of the number and wondering if I have enough
Long acrylic nails grab at single dollar bills and red plastic cards to pay for cheap floral patterns on polyester
They push babies in strollers and bounce them on their hips
Tiny faces with tiny eyes watching makeup smears, mega malls, and car tires
The asphalt desert is thirsty
The men wear shorts to their knees and dangle cigarettes from in between thick, callused fingers and the sides of their mouths
Smoke curls in the night air
Cursive, tattooed letters written on biceps and shoulders, names of sisters and grandmothers and daughters and lovers
Stubble on their chin, hair cropped close, their eyes are dark, intense
You don’t want to get too close
Fast singing to thin, sandy beats with undertones whispering of beer bottles and late nights and tall women blares out speakers and through rolled down windows
He yells at the phone while the woman wearing his ring holds the baby
“Sh sh sh” she whispers, frantic
And he screams
“WHERE IS MY SISTER?”
I don’t know
His sister
Past nine o’clock everyone’s voice is slurred
Metallic liquid dranken out of straws
and stale parmesan cheese on wilted lettuce leaves, burgers and pasta that looked better in the glossy menu photographs than they do on the plate
The laughs get louder and the glasses get emptier
The stars are blocked by the haze
Neon lights and loud noises and they all scream about possibilities of winning
Winning what?
I clutch my heart in one hand and red paper carnival tickets in the other
Winning
Winning
Jackpot
Enjoy your game
I spill my quarters on the floor
My drink is just water
The children scamper around like field mice high on ice cream
Little girls with their hair in pigtails
Little boys wearing light-up spiderman sneakers
The movie theater is the size of my entire town
I brush my hand over the surface and watch it crumble away
I whisper
“Where is the culture?”
They reply
“This is the culture”
I pluck four blades of grass
From the side of the street
They’re all the same length
Exactly three centimeters
They are sharp and the tips of my fingers bleed
The palm trees look plastic and I wonder when mother nature decided to leave this place
And I wonder
If she’ll ever come back
I imagine her roots breaking the hard, black ground, growing over two dimensional hotel rooms
Reclaiming what was once hers but since has been lost
To posters of glistening smiles
And cheap plastic flip flops
It’s only an imagination
The wind is hot and dry, blowing over the surface of the pool
Creating ripples on the glassy, chlorinated blue
It’s deepest end is five feet and I can stand easily and never even get my hair wet
The people’s hearts
Can’t be this shallow
As well
Can they?
Plastic hangers and broken cashiers, shiny floor tiles and high heels spilling off the shelves
I’m sure
There’s flesh and blood
Under all that foundation and faded green ink
I look out
At the endless
Parking lot
Trying to still my dizzy forehead
I hold my breath

But this really isn’t all that fair