Imagine a grid of paint chips on a poster in color-coded order. Then small chips of corresponding colors slapped on top, creating an unorganized pile of cardstock with flowing vibrant color.
A place for everything, everything in its place. But addresses change and glue can go from "in the second drawer next to the scissors", to "the right of the ceramic bird on the shelf". Everything becomes an intricate system for only your eyes to make sense of.
Peppermint cocoa, apple-scented candles, fuzzy blankets, sunsets, small cafes, flower crowns, peonies, Renaissance architecture, Snoopy, skylines, gauzy curtains, quotes, ocean air, autumn leaves, warm rain, blueberry scones, palm trees, acoustic guitars, farmers markets, little figurines, quality writing instruments, bulb-shaped lights, modern art, parasols, feather pens, sundresses, pocket watches, photo booth strips.
Is a community of people who's primary goal is to build on fundamental speech skills that will shape you to be whomever you wish to be. It is a great way to build friendships, gain connections and recognition, and improve on a skill set which will take you a long way in life. For me, to feel confident speaking in front of others is a weight which I never knew I was carrying now lifted off my shoulders. Words on a page are powerful, but words spoken are felt.
~Playlist(a variety really)
Octahate/ :Ryn Weaver
Wings/ Change Your Life/ :Little Mix
Shatter Me/ :Lindsey Stirling
Shut Up and Dance/ :Walk the Moon
Daft Punk/ :Pentatonix
All This and Heaven too/ :Florence and the Machines
Riptide/ :Vance Joy
The Ballad of Mona Lisa/ :Panic! At The Disco
Heroes (we could be)/ :Alesso
Bulletproof/ :La Roux
Thank You/ American Dream/ :MKTO
Try/ :Colbie Caillat
Warrior/ :Demi Lovato
See You Again/ :Wiz Khalifa
Skinny Love/ People Help The People/ :Birdy
Elastic Heart/ :Sia
Things We Lost in the Fire/ :Bastille
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams/ :Green Day
Rat A Tat/ Death Valley/ Save Rock and Roll/ This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race/ :Fall Out Boy
The Wolf/ :Phidel
The Reckless And The Brave/ Somewhere In Neverland/ :All Time Low
Na Na Na/ :My Chemical Romance
Dance hurts but the rewards you reap are sweet. When you first start for the day, it's stiff and doesn't flow, and you need to get into the rhythm of it. Once you do, you focus hard, striving to perfect every minor flaw in your performance. You dance with vigor, intensity, but soon some flaws escape your notice and you grow ignorant of technicalities. Now is the stage where you dance with heart, not perfection. Your body is a summer breeze, movements flowing like water, all connected and balanced on the scale of the universe. Flaws and flawlessness meld, creating a form which is pure and true and utterly human. The spotlight shines on you as you dance for your own pleasure; you stand strong and firm as you flow to the rhythm while your legs feel like they could collapse any moment. But you don't care, for you are numb to anything but the beat.
"We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" asked Alice.
"You must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come."
Experiences and memories will shape your future. Never stop collecting them.
My inbox will always be open for your stories.
ps. search up my tumblr "dark-connations" if you feel like we're flying on the same updraft. It hasn't quite found its calling yet but it's coming together.