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i went home from college for the first time over thanksgiving break. i found myself saying "oh my god i missed this" at things i never gave notice to before. how close in proximity everything is to my house. the sushi restaurant down the street. the tacky christmas wreaths that hang from every street lamp downtown. and of course, there were things i had missed from the moment i crossed the louisiana state line. my mother's cooking. my dog. but most of all, the beach. i hadn't realized how often i went or how much i loved it until i started living in new orleans. don't get me wrong, i love it here. it's just... it's not the beach. going back made me realize how genuinely happy i am there. wether i'm reading a book, catching some rays, or splashing in the emerald water, i've never been sad there. that being said, i encourage you to find your own beach. it may be a local coffee shop, the woods, or even your bed. find this place. visit often. don't take it for granted.
comic via ruby
i found this comic recently while stumbling upon this refinery29 article. when i first saw the one above, i immediately started bawling my eyes out. it hits a little too close to home, so i decided to turn it into a lil psa. mental illness is tricky to understand, even when you suffer from one because everyone experiences them so differently. that being said, there are a few commonalities that nearly anyone affected can relate to. some days it's easy to feel so absolutely overwhelmed that getting through 24 hours alive is an accomplishment in itself. it's important to be gentle and soft and smooshy to anyone suffering from a mental illness because it often makes even mundane tasks difficult and feel unachievable. they need a lil extra love and it will make you feel better giving it to them as well. so next time someone is beating themselves up, remind them that they're doing their best.
you are creative. you are sporty. you are hard-working. you are something and you have something that is completely unique to you. i think that often we get caught up in this place in our heads where we look at the people surrounding us and get jealous and defensive because they have something we don’t. this of course makes us insecure.
i’m here telling you: it is okay. i tried to be “good” at sports for a long time. i am putting ‘good’ in quotes because it is simply not possible for me. seriously, i am that bad. negative percentage hand-eye and foot-eye coordinated. but you know what?? i can paint and draw really well. also i like the way i load the dishwasher. i have definitely perfected my dish cleaning technique. and baby no one can load dishes the way i can. there is absolutely something about you that no one else has, and that is great. because i think the world would be a really boring place if we all loaded dishwashers the same way.
so discover your something and go be even greater at it. or better, go find a something and be really passionate about it. maybe you are an awesome gymnast or you brush your teeth really effectively. perfect your technique, or use it in a different way than you have before. and for goodness sake let’s stop being jealous of other people and start celebrating them for how incredible and unique they are.
we haven't posted in, like, two weeks! and we're really sorry about that!! life is stressful and we are busy and we have some pretty valid excuses:
so as you can see, it's not that we haven't wanted to post, it's more like we just couldn't. but thankfully, we know you're all totally awesome people and you get where we're coming from. we really appreciate it (and you). we're looking forward to hanging with you guys more soon!
i like to think that i am a pretty cool person. i know that this is not true, but it makes me feel better about myself. i also like to believe that i am into some pretty cool things. i can say with a sliver of confidence that this may in fact be true.
there are some things i've learned about myself in my eighteen years. i have a very addictive personality. i find something i like. i dive head first into it without abandon. i fall in love. i don't think of consequences i justlovethisthing with myentirebeing. that's just how it goes. so, inspired by mary lynn's post, here are some things that have consumed my time as of late.
what's your excuse for sitting with an open textbook nearby?
the world is a very big place. you’ll come to realize this more and more, especially when you fly the nest. did you know that you need to get through about five levels of conversation in swahili before you can actually say “i had a bad day” because it’s not considered polite to do otherwise? or that people in east africa often speak three languages by the time they reach college?
did you know that sometimes it can be cheaper for you to study abroad for a semester than it would be for you to study in america? did you know that some schools will transfer your financial aid so that it applies still when you go abroad? did you know that there are programs dedicated to helping students like me like you to travel the world and learn cool new things? whaaaaat. yes, it’s real. google it.
let me broaden your horizon and tell you that it’s actually quite possible for you to travel to far-off amazing places where the natives think your name is weird and your accent even weirder. guys, the planet is so awesome and big. i don’t know about you but i have this intense desire to wander and screw money or time because i want to explore.
i think that we often grow up with this equation in our heads: highschool + grades + ACT = diploma + college —> college + boy = husband + career = the rest of your life. well let me tell you that life doesn’t have to be that way girlfriend, or boyfriend whatever. take a gap year, or study abroad for a semester. come to scotland with me and milk goats to pay your way through it. it can be done. it will be done. and we’re going to do it. limits exist because you put them on yourself and i know you’re bigger than that.
close your eyes, spin the globe, and point
mary “all we do is encourage teenagers to rebel” lynn
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?
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,
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.
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 bet kate never felt this way.
i went through quite a few style “phases” growing up (a term i use loosely because i’m still very much a kid). very tomboy during elementary school. vintage kitsch for my first few years of teenagerism. bohemian prep by the time i could drive. and now, as i’m about to graduate, i would describe my personal style as “minimalist with luxury influences”??? my oh my, how far we have come. i’m finally getting to a point where i know what i like and what i don’t. i’m not saying that i stay strictly within the genre i am wearing at the moment; there are days i throw on flowy crochets and huarache sandals and braid my hair. sometimes i wear combat boots and ripped skinnies and a flannel tied around my waist.
you don’t have to define your style if you don’t want to. wear whatever the heck you want. wear what makes you feel good. there are things in my closet that cosmo would tell me does not flatter my bodytype, but screw them because i think they’re adorable. i have missed out on some items that i crushed really hard on just because they “weren’t my style”. but i see now that personal style isn’t just what you wear, it’s what you love.
so don’t let anyone make you feel bad about what you love. this goes for every facet of your life. go to brunch and take crap from your friends because it’s “so cliché” (anyone who has animosity towards eating rosewater waffles past 11 a.m. is someone you don’t need in your life). listen to boybands and dance in the light of your refrigerator to them in the wee hours of the morning. wrap your body in things that make you smile.
you won’t regret it.
i bet kate never felt this way.
hello. it is march. it is march of my senior year and i have no idea where i'm going to college.
this used to be something i laughed about. people would ask about my plans after high school, and i had everything figured out. but where i would actually go to fulfill my dreams? not a clue. not even the slightest one. and sure, it freaked me out in august when the questions started flooding in from teachers and counselors and classmates. and it was unnerving during the holidays when my family seemingly had nothing else on their mind. and now i hold back tears when my friends are mailing off housing payments and facebook-stalking potential roommates.
but it's not like i don't have options. in fact, maybe i have too many. i have some friends who only applied to one school, got accepted, and are on their merry way into "the real world". i probably applied to over a dozen schools, scattered all across the country. i have some great offers on the table, but am still waiting to hear back from some of my favorites. when people see the panic in my eyes after asking the dreaded "college question", their next (good-natured but totally not helpful at all) inquiry is "oh... well where do you think you'll end up?" uhhhhh can't you take a hint? i don't freaking know. (i never mean this in a rude way but i'm stressed out and sleep deprived and trying not to cry for the entirety of this conversation so cut me some slack ok). i could end up anywhere from manhattan to new orleans, from los angeles to nashville.
for those of you in college or maybe have already graduated, how did you deal with the toxic cocktail of two parts anxiety and one part senioritis? i need all the happy thoughts i can get.
if you need me, i'll be in the library.
This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me.
Send me word that he has come back.
i have been getting a lot of questions about my tattoo lately and i have been dying to talk about it with you guys! my favorite book is the little prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. i love this book more than anything (i mean, i'm making pieces of the fox chapter part of my wedding vows. if you've read the story, you know what i mean.), and i am begging every single one of you to read it. it is a french children's book, but it is so deep and beautifully written. personally, i believe the little prince himself is a parallel of Christ, but read for yourself to see why. the last page (italicized above) gives me chills every time. on my wrist, i have the star from "the lonely landscape". it makes my heart smile knowing i have this beautiful thing that i adore on my skin forever.
that being said, even though i'm still new to this whole tattoo thing, i have some pointers for those of you about to make the leap!
i am so happy and honestly cannot stop looking at it. to those of you with tattoos, any tips for us newbies? if you don't have any yet, what do you want? i'd love to hear from you!
okay, let’s talk tattoos. this one is for the homies who are maybe thinking about getting inked?? deciding to tattoo your body is a huge decision. so, here i am attempting to hopefully give you useful advice/tips for your first time.
first, here are some things that you need to know:
secondly, here’s some advice:
truth is, you’re probably not ever going to be ready for your first tattoo. and that’s okay. i have a little crescent moon on my left forearm, and i am still surprised when i see it there. to me, it’s a tribute to the still quiet beauty of the night. i look at it, and it reminds me that even in darkness there is still a sliver of light.
i hope you find what you’re looking for in the ink,
you are under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago. this thought, or mantra if you will, keeps me going. this is a thing, a thing that i can do. and i love that i have the freedom to do it. hearing those words for the first time actually blew me away (in a life-view-altering kinda way), which is why i want to share it with you.
we are often stuck in this mentality of “new beginnings": "i'll start on monday” or "i'll start next month” or "i'll start on new years". but why are we waiting? especially when we aren't even guaranteed our next hour. i'll say it again: you are under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.
it is such a refreshing statement to live by, and i try to remind myself of it more often than i'd like to admit. "wow i really don't like how i've been eating today, i'll have something super healthy for dinner." "i was kinda in a bad mood, but i am choosing to be an optimistic person." "imma be a dog person from here on out." (i am forever trying to convert people into dog people. i mean, i like cats and all, but more than dogs?? that's just unnatural). you can truly be whoever you want to be. if you watch a documentary and it makes you so squeamish that you decide to go vegan, that's a huge lifestyle change you made in just a few seconds! if you watch a sermon and you adopt religion, holy cow! you can be whoever you want to be because you are a lil galaxy walking on this earth!!!! how cool are you!!!!!
hey, you under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.
here at aubstronomy, we’re pretty tasteful people. we’re into a myriad of cool things, so today i thought i’d share some of those with you. kind of like a “what i have been doing with my life to distract myself and neglect my studies”.
therefore i decided to compile a list (if you haven’t noticed, we’re really big into lists here):
here’s a not-so-secret secret: people are going to try to make you feel bad about what you like, what you’re into, how nerdy you are, how cool you are. and they always will. sometimes it’s hard to ignore, sometimes it’s easy. but honestly, like what you like and don’t feel bad about it. it’s part of who you are.
so check out some of these things, and let me know what you think. also, i am always down for new suggestions and new distractions. comment and let me know if there is anything super cool i’m missing out on.
forever dorky & young
change, who am i?
who is this girl wearing the ugliest sweater ever and why don’t i recognize her? (thoughts middle school me would have if she saw high school me)
okay so you’ve just now realized you’re not that into pokemon anymore, and it’s really bumming you out. i’m with you. hello, my name is mary lynn and i just turned 19, and my first year of college is coming to a close. (can you say mini freakout???)
in middle school, i was this crazy tiny person who ran around and was crazy. in high school, i was this girl who read a lot of books, and was “chill”. now, i’m in college and i have no idea what is a single word that can describe me in all of my complexity. change happens to the best of us. in fact, it happens to all of us. you won’t notice it at first, but one day you’ll be scrolling through your facebook photos and realize you are not the same person who enjoyed the suite life of zack and cody. some things won’t change either. like fall out boy is absolutely still my favorite band, and i still hate oatmeal. yet i am an entirely different mary lynn these days.
it’s kind of scary you know? how could i have become so different without realizing it, and what can i do to stop it. you can’t. you just have to roll with it. the thing is that, you are incredible. really. you are made of bones, and blood, and veins, and organs, and muscles, and they all talk to each other to make you work. it’s truly incredible. you can form thoughts every day and you have opinions on the weather. you are alive. and every day you are learning new things about yourself. how do you know that you love greek food if you haven’t tried it? isn’t that amazing. there are a billion trillion places you haven’t been and food you haven’t eaten and people you haven’t met that will influence you in ways you can hardly begin to imagine. have you fallen in love yet? what, me neither! but i hear it’s life-changing. and we get to experience that.
change is inevitable, because change is growth. growing into who you are, who you want to be, discovering yourself. so don’t be scared, even though it is scary. i promise you this though, it is entirely normal perhaps even a little exciting?? so embrace the change! take on the weird and the wonderful! do the dangerous! live your life and love yourself! fall in love with someone who doesn’t speak your language! adopt a dog!
this person that is you is waiting to be known. go and find her/him.
i’m doing the same.
p.s. i know my word now. i’m that person who gets really deep, really fast.
sunnies: ray-ban jacket: forever 21 shirt: h&m jeans: forever 21
shoes: jeffery campbell arm candy: cartier watch: fossil
photography: dylan mitchell
it's my party and i'll have a complete mental breakdown if i want to.
nothing can prepare you for turning eighteen. it's not like other birthdays where "it doesn't really feel like my birthday," because oh my god it does feel like your birthday. it also feels like a the biggest semi-truck ever running over you 2,346,924 times. and for some reason, everyone tells you "happy birthday" in the worst ways possible. for future reference, please never congratulate someone on another year of not dying with the following:
all of these questions and exclamations are absolutely terrifying. i don't like being reminded that i can now kick it behind "big-girl" bars. i have no idea where i'm going to school yet so ask me again on move-in day. overnight, i have tuned into an "adult". there is a reason peter pan is my favorite disney film. growing up is terrifying and i don't really want to do it.
but at the same time, it's almost a relief to reach the big 1-8 milestone. it feels like you can leave the past completely behind if you want to. the awkward middle school years feel like they happened to someone else instead of you. and you have so many birthdays still ahead of you. thirty feels like a lifetime away. i still have college and getting married and a career left in me. i haven't stopped growing yet. and that's a really good feeling.
another candle please
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if you're like me, you probably wait until the very last minute to buy gifts. i know boys are also super notorious for this (blame two brothers for making me "just one of the guys"), so i've made a little list of some of the things girls really want for valentine's day. you can thank me later, buddy.
and just like that, all her friends are saying she's "sooooo luckyyyyy" to have a guy like you. these are all great for any occasion, so refer back to them for birthdays, anniversaries, surprises, and other wrapping paper holidays. you'll be glad you did.
what you wish someone had told you about your first semester of college:
college is fun and awesome and wonderful, but first semester isn't all sunshine and rainbows and casually getting adopted by that group of cool hipsters.
especially if you’re me, and especially if you are maybe not as well-adjusted as you thought you were. change is a word that in theory, i am totally all about, but in reality terrifies me. you see, the thing is i like to know that if i’m going to starbucks to do homework, aubrey is hands down 100% going to be there too, or know exactly where i will sit and who will be there during break at school.
which is why i have no idea why i thought going to a university six hours away from home, in the middle of nowhere, on top of a mountain where i virtually knew no one, would be a good idea. but as it turns out, it totally was. i just had to get through the dreaded first semester.
of course it is not that bad at all and i’m being super dramatic, but i’ve compiled a list of things i wish someone had told me anyways.
and just like that first semester is over. you still have your doubts at this point, like maybe this school isn’t what i thought it would be, maybe it isn't right for me. then christmas break happens, and you realize that you miss your school and the weird people you have met there. then second semester starts, and you are driving back to a place you can now call home and you finally feel like like you are accepted and that you belong.
college is absolutely wonderful, guys. i hope everyone gets to experience it. remember that you chose that school for a reason, so give it a chance. you won’t regret it.
all my love & best of luck,
p.s. i go to sewanee: the university of the south, and if anyone is interested/has questions i would be more than happy to answer them (seriously i could drone on for days about sewanee. YSR!).
p.s.s. we didn’t rush till second semester and i would love to give advice/offer my opinion on that as well. it’s an awesome thing.
documenting the fun years.