September 18, 2014

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

Anna Quindlen, Every Last One   (via jasonlovesderby)

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You only have one heart. Be true to it.

Film: Beyond Borders (via hqlines)


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September 17, 2014

Starting Over… Again.

I’m sitting here trying to figure out what to write about. My friend, Kris, has been pushing me to get back to it and I suppose I should. Writing used to be my escape and I remember how I used to write with so much color as I look back at old college posts. I used to write about love and life, but then I decided that those are parts of my life I wanted to keep to myself. There’s definitely a reckless abandon in youth that gave me freedom to publicly share private feelings and candid thoughts. Age and experience came around, and suddenly being so publicly vulnerable wasn’t so appealing. So slowly I moved into fashion blogging but found more success in simply posting my outfits to Instagram.

I guess somewhere between getting caught up in fashion shows, photoshoots, work at Old Navy Online, and keeping up with friends and family, I lost my inspiration to write about my experiences. Sure, after a show or event I’d feel like writing, but would never get around to actually writing. I’d make excuses like: “I’ll do it tomorrow or next week,” or “Wait so I can post at a high traffic time.” Then before you know it the story is pointless. Sometimes I would feel like I didn’t want to be one of those annoying people that constantly harp on about how amazing my life is. Also, the interwebs is overflowing with style bloggers that it seemed almost pointless. Writing about fashion and what I’m wearing can be so asinine. The simple fact is that I wear what I wear because it’s what I feel like wearing. Like why write when everyone and their mother is writing about the same shit?

Then something happened. I found inspiration again that lit the fire in my heart and reminded me of the magic that can be found in love for the art that is fashion. Not just that, but a passion reignited for the hustle, the struggle, and the journey in living the most authentic version of my life possible. I’m slowly finding focus again, and that focus is on trusting myself and the path He has planned for me.

The Rap Star Life has been good to me, but it’s been a slow burn. The next chapter in my journey through life as told through style is being written. I’m not sure how I’ll present it, but I have an idea…

Light and love,


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September 11, 2014



For many Muslim Americans, 9/11 was a double punch of tragedy and bigotry

The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss. 

Those stories are now being told on social media

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That’s why I’m not to be trusted.
Because a wound to the heart
is also a wound to the mind.

Louise Glück, closing lines to “The Untrustworthy Speaker,” Ararat (HarperCollins, 1990)

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July 15, 2014

June 16, 2014




Fruit Goth is the new Aesthetic. It’s a mixture of Seapunk and Witch house. Goths and vampires in Hawaiin t-shirts dance the night away to fruity synth pop on an deserted beach on a deserted island.


yaas im here for this! lets listen to Pet Shop Boys and eat mangoes!

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Marc E. Bassy x Kehlani - Lock It Up

"Just wanna forget him while you’re all up under me / Promise to keep doing them thangs that make me weak"

Ooooweee this girl’s voice is like velvet.

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