guys. i am full of emotions right now. i can already warn you that this post is going to be a jumbled-up whirlwind of tears and skinned knees and cracking voices.
last night, sara and i, along with her boyfriend and our friend alyssa, went to new orleans to eat donuts and sing really loud. getting home at 3 am, only to take a nap and wake up for school today, could not be more worth it.
the griswolds were the opening act and put on a huge show. i had heard of them before but never really listened to their music, but i wish i had before last night. they were so interactive and full of energy and so!! freaking!! nice!! i had the chance to talk to the drummer after (happy late birthday, lucky!), and they will be back in nola in october, so meet me there because you will regret missing it. listen to their newest album, be impressive, here.
i don't know if i really have the emotional capacity to really discuss what happened in that venue last night, but i will try my best. walk the moon is one of (if not THE) best live band i've ever heard. nicholas's vocal range is insane and he is definitely pitch perfect. they are so fun and more than anything: their shows aren't just live music, they're an experience. their energy is genuine and they make it impossible to not jump and scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs. i dare you to try.
the only way i can summarize my current feelings is post-concert depression. and since i'm having trouble articulating anything at all right now, i will share urban dictionary's take on the term.
post concert depression: also known as PCD, it is the depression after you favorite band or singer's concert. you feel like you miss them a lot even though they don't know you, and you don't know what to do with your life because your life is so boring outside of a concert. sometimes, the symptoms are so bad that you cry a lot, can't eat anything, and don't talk to anyone. post concert depression can last up to a week, depending on the severity of the concert. however, even after a long time, listening to the artist's music may cause a relapse.
if you need me, i'll be in my bed listening to talking is hard on repeat.
keeping in line with the fest fashion theme, i'm showcasing another one of my favorite brands, for love & lemons. they're notorious for their skivvies (which are absolutely breathtaking), but also have a collection of bunny-soft knits, lacy crop + skirt sets, and the sheer, appliqué-dusted dresses shown above. unless you live in a big metropolitan area where no one judges you for what you wear (i envy you!) or you just don't care what people think (i envy you, too!), these might only be realistic at three-day-long concerts. whether you throw on your swimsuit, hotpants and a bralette, or a full bodysuit under, you just can't go wrong. make sure you scan their whole line, and be prepared to fall in love.
pass the coconut water.
what's up nerds? finals stressing you out? life stressing you out? you want a proper way to spend time procrastinating?
i present you my distraction happy montage!!
okay, now go write those papers.
"do not let adults steal this generation from you. relish in selfies. snapchat pictures of coffee to your friends, huddle around an iphone to watch vines. shamelessly love this generations commodities, like how your parents loved THEIR commodities, like disco or hammer pants or whatever else. do not let angry adults take away your chance to experience the uniqueness of right now."
quote via tumblr
i am a proud millennial. i love that autocorrect just fixed my botched spelling of "millennial". i love that i can facetime my friends at college. i love instagramming the last concert i went to. i love watching livestreams of shows at nyfw. i love my generation. sure, there are some pretty messed up things going on in the world, and not everyone my age is a "good person", but isn't that true of every generation passed? i think it's so funny when our parents or other adults "get onto us" for pop culture. i can't even get mad at it anymore. sure, it's aggravating, but so ironic. rock'n'roll, elvis, drugs, free love... are they really that different from what we deal with today?
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over iPhone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hopping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the year’s first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious asshole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart-eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the world’s weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snapchat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85-year-olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7-year-olds teaching themselves guitar over YouTube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my father’s voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our family’s phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment when you can Google
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
-b.e.fitzgerald, art is a facebook status about your winter break
so, i threw all of that out to say this: kids, don't feel bad for what you love. enjoy technology and embrace social media. we're the coolest thing the world's ever seen. adults, don't make us feel bad for what we love. we're just kids.
@ me next time, punk.
happy (late) earth day! we really take our planet for granted, don't we? it's so beautiful and full of good if you look in the right places. every morning, the sun rises, and hardly any of us watch it. every evening, the stars wake up, twinkle and blink the sleep from their eyes, and start to sing. who hears them? right now, someone is being born. someone is getting kissed for the first time. someone got down on one knee. someone just said "yes". "i do". "i love you". first steps. first words. how unbelievable is that? how blessed are we?
yesterday, i did an hour of yoga right before sunset. i dedicated my practice to our lovely home. nothing for me is so calming and refreshing as yoga. it was the perfect way to celebrate and really appreciate all we have. how did you give thanks?
i believe in investment pieces. i believe that you don't need a lot of expensive things to look and feel unstoppable. but there are forever pieces (a camel trench coat, a pair of black pointed-toe heels), and there are treat-yo-self pieces (the romper above). there are clothes that may not be totally realistic to wear day-to-day, but they make you feel something. this romper makes me feel like i'm on some lush, tropical island with no intentions of returning. it's comfortable and airy and careless. if i never had to take it off, i wouldn't. treat-yo-self above.
rag & bone hat | isabel marant tank | isabel marant skirt | calypso st. barth dress | chloé booties | pixie market top | isabel marant sandals | maje folio dress | isabel marant necklace | calypso st. barth pants | forever 21 jacket
festival season is officially upon us! one of the reasons concerts are so fun is that you can dress up to match the show and wear something you normally wouldn't. music fests are a great time to break out anything bohemian. fringe, tassels, embroidery, perfection. it's not too late to shop for bonnaroo.
ditch the flowercrown (or don't).
welcome home, friday. we missed you dearly. we are so happy to see you again, and are glad you returned safely. you were gone so long, it almost felt like you'd never return. to celebrate your long-awaited arrival, we've composed a playlist in your honor.
meridian // the cardinal sons
hey mami // sylvan esso
lo-fi children // wild party
disconnected // five seconds of summer
beauty school dropout // glee cast
come on eileen // dexys midnight rummers
ivory black // seryn
rivers and roads // the head and the heart
let's get started // dylan gardner
i'd especially like to point out dylan gardner. his album adventures in real time is quickly becoming one of my favorites, especially as summer approaches. it's just one of those albums where i heard the 10-second itunes preview of one track and immediately purchased the entire ep. i just knew i was going to love it. check him out because he is so talented and also very cute. what's not to love?
thanks for existing, friday.
roommates. so having one of those creatures who lives next to you during your first year of college is inevitable. if you’re going to some university where you virtually know no one chances are your person will be a rando, or you could be attending a school like sewanee (aka best college in the universe) where they force you to take on a rando your freshman year.
it can be a beautiful thing. i find it rather difficult to explain the relationship you have with your roommate. because all of a sudden you have another person taking up your space, your personal bubble, and you have to account for them too when you do things. they aren’t exactly like your best friend, or your sibling. roommates exist in a whole other category titled: things that everyone understands but are very difficult to explain.
having a roommate doesn’t guarantee that you will be best friends or that (unfortunately) y’all will even get along well, but it does guarantee that you need to be gracious and mindful. be aware that this is their home too, and don’t be a douche to them or their stuff and you are already off to a great start. also be caring and compassionate, and if you are not quite fond of your roommate that does not give you permission to bad mouth them to other people. you could luck out like me and get a wicked cool roommate (shoutout to katie sutton my boo thang). me and katie are those people who don’t care about anything ever, so it makes living together very enjoyable and easy. this too could happen to you, and i hope it does.
honestly, don’t stress over the roommate situation. you’ll be fine. most likely. and if not, it’s only a year.
basically this is a love letter to katie sutton,
weworewhat hat | piko top | diy shorts | jeffery campbell booties | chanel purse | fendi charm
photography: dylan mitchell
hopefully by now it is shorts weather in your city. in celebration, slather on some self tanner and break those pins out! every single human being deserves a piko top. they're made of bamboo and feel like wearing a cloud. seriously, shop above and change your life. you can buy destroyed denim cutoffs almost anywhere, but it's so much easier (and cheaper) to do it yourself. i will never stop saying this: wool hats make you feel like kendall jenner and indiana jones at one time and that is a beautiful thing. one of my biggest tricks it taking basic casual pieces and dressing them up with with a hat and slightly nicer shoes to make an im-so-busy-and-going-crazy-and-trying-to-do-a-thousand-things-at-once outfit look a little more put together. i feel a little more adulty every time i trade leggings and a huge t-shirt for high-waisted shorts and a nicer top. what are your tricks for faking til' you're making?
this title sounds kinda heavy, but i promise it's the opposite. five wise (and frankly, totally adorable) boys once gave me great life advice: live while [you're] young. now, this doesn't mean that once you hit the 40 mark, you may as well kick it. you're as young as you allow yourself to be. but there is something so much deeper behind those sunshine, boybandy harmonies. you are only "young" once. you will never be a teenager or twenty-something again after those years pass. you cannot get them back. and maybe you don't want to; maybe once was enough. and that's ok. but it's such a valuable season in your life, full of growth and bright colors and loud noises. it's fun. i love it. i love being the youngest barista at my starbucks. i love being the youngest of my friend group. i love it because it makes me feel like i have more time, even if i don't. i never understood growing up why adults said that teenagers feel invincible. despite my attempts to be realistic, there are days where i certainly do feel indestructible. but there are also days where i feel invisible. dang, maybe this is a heavy post after all.
but i say all of that to say this: do now; regret later. dye your hair pink. do it now. do it while you're young and cute and have time for your hair to recover. pierce your nose. do it now. when you look in the mirror on sunday morning before you go to wake up your kids, look at the hole and remember what it was like to be stupid and reckless. get the tattoo. do it now. trace it with your fingers and don't forget the late nights spent with friends eating pizza and laughing too loud. do now. regret later (if you regret it at all).
go. do it now.
writer's block is so real. my laptop has drained its battery from 98% to 30% (and counting) while i have been staring at it's screen wondering what the heck to write. usually it's not that difficult for me to think of a topic and write about it, but this week has been a struggle. hours have gone by this morning with me scouring the internet looking for inspiration on something to talk about. pictures, quotes, anything. i found inspiration maybe five times, but then lost it once i started trying to figure out what exactly i wanted to say. the struggle had me so close to throwing in the towel for this week.
it took me two or more hours to realize that i was trying way too hard and stressing myself out over it. my posts on aubstronomy since the beginning have had the purpose of uplifting people and making their mondays slightly better. i think i let this "duty" of mine go to my head. i have trying way too hard to be inspirational and encouraging and any other attributes that you can pair along with those. suddenly, it hit me like the classic cartoon scene of a giant piano getting dropped from a very tall building onto the bad guy that we were all happy to see squished. i don't have to have some elaborate life experience to be inspiring (although it sometimes helps). i don't have to have this awesome realization about the meaning of life and the universe and everything in between to be encouraging. and neither do you.
your life is a constant encouragement and inspiration to others around you, even when you're not trying for it to be. even when you are convinced that you have nothing of importance to say. the things you do in your everyday routine that you consider unimportant and trivial, may positively influence a person who just so happens to pass you on the street. God called us to be a "light to the world" (matthew 5:14). you can be a light by smiling at stranger as you walk by each other in the store. you can be a blessing to somebody by holding open the door for them at the library. not everything that matters in this world is elaborate. the best things in life can also be the most simple.
live your life in such a way that even the mindless things you do could possibly make someone's day better. not everything you do and say has to be worthy of being shown on a movie screen. besides, we all know that the blooper reel is the best part.
so get past that writer's block or whatever is keeping you from doing something you care about, and just do it. somebody will see what you're doing and appreciate it. and let's be honest, if you make just one person's day better with your so-called trivial and everyday tasks, isn't that all that matters? i defeated writer's block and so can you.
we are world-changers, sometimes without even trying.
with a lil bit of rain, a lot of love, and even more coffee,
happy weekend, kiddos! i sure hope it's getting warmer where you are. you could definitely borrow some humidity from us if needed, as we have plenty to spare. i have been finding so much great new music lately and i have been counting down the days until i could share. here's what's keeping us going:
electric love // børns
shut up and dance // walk the moon
stirred up // matt & kim
are we electric // the kooks
flashed junk mind // milky chance
sun // sleeping at last
strong // london grammar
resolution // matt corby
tear in my heart // twenty one pilots
how adorable are the lyrics in the last song? i die.
let’s talk about inspiration/motivation, mostly because i’ve been lacking in it. i’m on my last month of college and frankly i feel like i have been hit with a really slow-moving freight train. i have two ten-page papers due and finals and sorority stuff and yeah (i’m not complaining or anything). stress. very busy. and honestly, i haven’t felt like doing much lately. besides crying into my romanticism text book.
i guess you could say i am in a “drought” or in which i am in the middle of a desert, and water seems to be thousands of miles away. sometimes it’s really easy to forget that you are a person, and that you require water, and sustenance, and a freaking break. the drought doesn’t allow you to have these things though, because the drought sucks all the fun and inspiration out of your life.
i’m not blaming school or my busy schedule but more myself, for not being kind to me. i deserve to watch that one episode of SNL40, to take a breather, and to find enjoyment in the things i love. if you are also stuck in this drought mode in which you are in a constant cycle of taking a shower at the same time every day and sick of it: i feel you, me too.
here’s a couple things that have helped pull me out of the drought:
finally drinking some water,
i have never been a "prep". living in the south, it sometimes feels like the only way to be different is to not be preppy. now don't get me wrong, i see the appeal. i have some vineyard vines shirts and a southern tide baseball cap. they are comfortable and safe and remind me of the beach. there's nothing-how could anything be?- wrong with that. but very little southern cotton appeals to me as strongly as, say, a reworked vintage band tee from urban outfitters. but, like i've said before, i'm not going to completely rule out seersucker and pastels as something i "hate". of course, a huge exception is this dress, which you might remember me mentioning. it is so light and versatile, and the back is absolutely gorgeous (which is hard to tell because we shot on an unusually windy day. oops!). i couldn't help but edge it up with some chelsea boots. anything else would've made me feel like i was wearing a costume. how do you remix pieces you wouldn't normally wear to make "your own"? i'd love to hear from you!
y'all come back, now.
image via bethel music
"now death, where is your sting? our resurrected King has rendered you defeated." - forever, bethel music
forever is such a small word but with a heavy meaning. it literally means "for all future time." for the rest of eternity. for the rest of the days, hours, minutes, and seconds that the earth will ever experience. i say this word like it's nothing, like "i'll love you forever" or "you'll forever be my friend" or even "i wish this doughnut would last forever." but when i think about it, i really don't know if i can hold myself to the promises i'm making with that little word. i can't promise that i'll love you for the rest of days, but i can sure try. i certainly hope that some of my friends will forever be there, but who knows what can happen in the coming days?
this post may seem like a downer, but there's better news coming; just wait.
i can't promise forever. nobody can. nobody on this planet can make a statement so secure that it'll last throughout the rest of the oncoming days. but there's One who can.
so, so, so many years ago this perfect-in-every-way man named Jesus went to the cross and died a gruesome death. He was battered, beaten, and bruised. he took my sins, your shame, our past mistakes and brought them to the cross to be nailed right up there with Him. three days later, He rose from death to life and by doing this he conquered death forever. forever He is risen. (Matthew 27:32-66 & 28:1-15)
there's that word again, forever. by dying in my place, He secured my soul for the rest of time. He forever took all my sins and shames and wrongdoings. sure, i'll still screw up. heck, i did this morning before i wrote this post. but just because i mess up, it doesn't mean He takes away his forgiveness, mercy, and grace. they are still readily available to me at all times. His perfect love is more than i could ever ask for. He forever loves me and accepts me, He promises that. and because He is perfect, He can't break his promises. no take-backsies. He's the only one that can promise things with the word forever and truly mean it.
forever He loves me. forever He is taking me back, over and over again. forever He is forgiving me. and for that, i am forever thankful for what He did for me oh-so many centuries ago on that cross.
hoppy (late) easter, cuties!
documenting the fun years.