Purity Ring/Neon Indian

So last night I went to the Purity Ring/Neon Indian concert and it was fucking amazing. Like really though... I always wondered how Electronica/Chillwave sounds live and it's an awesome experience. To see everybody's head bobbing to PR it was just... you should've been there. lol

So, this was quite possibly the dopest shit I've ever witnessed. Corin comes out dressed like a Greaser, and Megan comes out with a kinda fifties swing dress on... he starts banging on this thing with bulbs and she does this wail and greatness ensues. To watch his static, mechanical nature compared to her almost holistic, trance like presence, coolest shit ever. I def want (to buy) this album whenever it comes out.

Neon Indian

It goes without saying that the lighting was the shizz at the show. I felt like I was ab to have a seizure... a good one though. Excuse the smoky pictures, hehadafuckingfogmachinethatimpairedmycamerasexpertvision. AND he wouldn't stay still, so yeh, profiles. lol But he played all my favorite songs, and the jig he did the entire set... priceless. He also introduced me to my new muse, synth player Leanne Macomber.

Morning Inspiration

Jesse Boykins III ‏ @

"there is strength in vulnerability ... its called ART.. self expression."

Summer Wish List

...so, if anyone is feeling generous: 1. Christian Siriano pants 2. Prada Baroque sunglasses 3. American Apparel floppy hat 4. Shoreditch Dr. Martens 5. Urban Outfitters sneakers 6. Nyne Lyves headpiece

Come on guys, you know you love me :)

...I mean, cuz this is where I'm at right now. Circles, patterns, whatever the fuck you wanna call it. The redundancy of human existence continues to baffle me.

"Everything good needs replacing."

...guilt of the insomniac. Really though, it all makes sense. I can't sleep because of the subconscious blame game I play every night... It's becoming more and more obvious that the only place I can confront my demons is in my dreams. But how do I make it go away?

La Ultima Carta.

The letter that will never be read, the connection that might never be repaired, the tears that will eventually cease. The ink will dry and the pages will yellow; time heals all wounds.

So I've decided what I wanna do for my 22nd birthday... Cali. I've never been west of Arkansas, and it would just be awesome. Like there's no other way to describe that shit. Here's a list of shit I wanna do.

1. Blow trees with Overdoz.

2. Get my nails done at KLEUR

3. Go to In N Out Burger

4. Walk down Rodeo

5. Go to a chill ass house party with random hipsters I met hours before. I'm talking bitches making out in a dry bath tub, green haze, indie music, whimsical outfits.... all'at

6. Rollerblade down a boardwalk in ass-shorts.

7. Go to a concert at the Roxy

...now to find a way to get there without having to resort to solicitation.

"If you let me go, then we both will know the truth is that you never were my friend."

deseos.

I've been eyeing Nikko Gray and the entire ▲❍▼❏ movement for about 3yrs... It's so positive, airy, and refreshing... and this is what I want from the collection.

...I mean, I'm no stickler for Valentine's Day, but it sure would be nice.

The rise and fall, the ebb and flow... I do believe the cycle is complete.

The day that I renounce all logic in favor of emotion is the day that I know that I have officially fucked up.

Today is that day.

I have indeed fucked up.

...I could insert a multitude of witty, sarcastic remarks ab emotion and it's irrelevance, but look where that's gotten me... Yep. *pulls covers over head*