my favorite clothes are ones that i got from thrift stores, and handmade. and cut up t-shirts and old band shirts. my favorite shoes are the ones that i got secondhand, that someone already wore. they’re more comfortable and i find myself wearing them a whole lot more than the couple pairs of new shoes i own. diamonds are not my best friend & i don’t like fancy jewelry. i don’t like receiving chocolate and/or flowers. i much rather have a hand written letter or new music. i cringe at the idea of buying something brand new. i cringe at the idea of spending unnecesary amounts of money on something. i can’t bring myself to pay someone to wash my feet & paint my toenails…and call it a fancy name like “pedicure.” i don’t need my cell phone to be able to do the same things as my computer so it’s another distraction. i find myself caring less and less about “stuff” and more about doing, creating, and love. because at the end of the day, stuff is just stuff. that’s it. dreams, friends, & family are real. fuck stuff.

I Want

I want to work twice as hard to get what i want.

I want to be taken seriously as a female artist.

I want to be independent and take care of myself.

I want to answer to myself, and no one else.

I want someone to believe in me, but not control me.

I want to stop hating everything and realize that’s the way the world is.

I want to be part of something that’s much bigger than me.

I want to be known as more than just his girlfriend.

I want the world to see that i’m more than one identity.