i need this in my life.

Michael Kors.yum.

solid

" I think the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly."

                                                                                       -J.D., Scrubs

in a perfect world

this would be the sound track to my life.

you feel better now don't you

cupcake love

As I may have stated before, I love cupcakes. I am clinging on to the cupcake trend for dear life, that is until my love of frozen yogurt and the plethora of frozen yogurt places in Knoxville sways my affections.But alas, I am incapable of making frozen yogurt. However, I can make some kick ass baked goods. As shown below:


Aztec Style Cupcakes:

Scratch-made Deep Dark Chocolate Cake with Mexican Hot Chocolate Frosting topped with a dusting of confectioners sugar(placed beneath the frosting, warning the buttercream didn't want to stick to the sugar...but it looked pretty) and a hand made dark chocolate topper. The only modification I made to the recipe was that I added a pinch of cayenne pepper to the frosting. Even then it wasn't as spicy as I would like it, but not everyone likes spicy so I held back. I have to give props to the cake recipe, it was done exactly at the recommended stop time, 15 minutes.

This is my best cupcake venture thus far. Melt in your mouth good, incredibly rich. Crappy Blackberry pics to be replaced with better quality soon.

leftover batter resulted in this cute little bundt.

crappy photo, delicious cupcakes.

one day

it will all be so very different and I will never again have to see, hear from, or think about the people that told me I couldn't.

email

I use my email as a sort of control for how aware people are that I'm still alive. For the past week, the only people that care are are Kohls, Victoria's Secret, and my design profs.

your daily dose of the possum

with the photo montage and the biographical gems, how could I resist? But really, !@#$ you if you don't like George Jones. or Willie Nelson.

amvets in s.knox

pure gold.

no, leah, I didn't buy it.

random association

Certain aspects of Horse Feathers remind me of the theme song to Little Bear on Nick Jr. I never really liked Little Bear but I watched it as an alternative to being forced to watch The Young and the Restless all day at my mamaw's. Although, looking back I got most of my sex education from those soaps.

hipster ariel

pure hilarity

example of said hilarity:

dear music snobs

NO ONE LIKES YOU

REALLY

seriously.

I hate every one. everyone. I am not going to make an extra effort for anyone anymore. I love design, I love my dog, and I love chocolate. and band of horses.and my family and i could care less about everything else.

ART

I feel privileged to be able to say I knew Sara when she made this video.

why micah hates me

I thought it be a really great way to get "hero" by enrique iglesias out of my head by playing it at maximum volume. Then I promised to follow it with a better song, so I played walk on the wild side by lou reed.


and the colored girls say doo do doo do dooooo


and now you know why my roommates probably hate me too.

amvets gold

these are sort of at a weird angles. if you click them they get bigger.

Leah and Lisa, you can stop judging me for the mom pants,ok.

 mom jeans, always in style(mom butt, less stylish)

 needs hemming, but is a full circle skirt<3

 this really looks better in person.

 that's right, dr. suess baby

ACID WASH!

good advice

"Life is a trip, so sometimes, we gon’ stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you’ll feel like it’s only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, 'Is this what it’s all come to?'
Lookin’ at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
But do you have the power to get out from up under you
F*ck Rollies, labels, f*ck what everybody wants from you"

-Jay Z

Yeezy

Has always known how to pull at my heartstrings.

Sartorialist at its finest

photo source:Sartorialist

Why can't all guys dress this well?! (Or girls for that matter). Love , love, love, this.

meat cylinders

Last night I dreamed that I had an open hole on my stomach. Like a wound, but it wasn't bleeding and it was a perfect circle of open flesh. I pressed on the edges of it, like you would if you were to pop at zit and a perfect cylinder of meat came out. I told my mom about it and she said " Oh, those are polyps, everyone gets them sometimes. They go away after about two weeks" I was like, "two weeks?!" I knew this meant that I had more, so we raised up my shirt and there were at least a dozen of these circles. I told my mom that she would have to drain them as I had done before, because I couldn't bear to watch her pushing out the cylinders of my own flesh. I dreamed that after she had drained all of them, she packaged the meat and very convincingly sold it to a redneck man at a gas station.

YES

 photo source: pitchfork.com via subpop records

Fleet Foxes is coming out with a new LP in May!!! Hopefully I can wait that long.

Check out this great single!

yuck

So I saw Yuck live and was blown away, and extra stoked when I saw them in Rolling Stone, but listening  to their recorded stuff, am super disappointed. Riddle me this: why in God's name would you mix vocals at the same level as the instruments, making the vocals inaudible? I highly doubt they have the concept to back this up. Now I'm just frustrated.

11:11

At 11:11, quiznos sandwhich leftovers in hand, I wished to be thin.

sociopath

Me to sara and litsa:

"I wish I was asexual.Not a boy, not a girl, not both, just an it. Well, I still want boobs.  I just don't want to have have emotional or sexual feelings for anyone. Wait, I think that would make me a sociopath."

–noun.

a person, as a psychopathic personality, whose behavior is antisocial and who  lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience.

 I read this aloud and sara said, "oh hey, that's me!"

cupcakes as a bandaid

Today I thought about my aunt, who passed away when I was 13. She was part of my daily life until she left me unexpectedly, and only in recent years have I been able to sort through my feelings of grief and confusion over aspects of our time together. I searched for her street name on google, and her exact address was the first result. I clicked it and it led me to a realty site that included pictures of the inside of the house. It was so entirely different. So modern, so...representative of nothing. They painted over the knotty pine paneling and threw white crown molding into every corner. I know I shouldn't feel this way, as I have no say in it's ownership or aesthetics, but I feel almost nauseas at the thought of an interior decorator coming in and saying "oh no, no no, this is all wrong" and destroying all the beautiful history and the better part of my early memories. I have been looking through the photos over and over again-eyes red and puffy, cupcake in hand, band of horses on the record player.