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so I graduated from college last nightofficially a fashion arts graduate! (I’m the girl in the middle, holding flowers)bring on the real world
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so I’m graduating college today, no big deal

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my father has lived through unbelievable circumstances. he was born in mexico, where he lived till he was 14, after which his dad forced the family to move to canada (where there was more opportunity, I guess). he used to run away from home and go to the mountains to stay with the native people, who accepted him more than his own family. when they came to canada, my dad was pushed into public school, not knowing a word of english, where he got bullied every day for being a “mexican”, he taught himself how to speak english by watching television. one day he fought back and knocked one of his bullies out and was kicked out of school. he worked and worked and worked, and was physically and emotionally abused by his father. he took karate classes, which built his self-esteem, but when his dad saw all of his trophies, he broke into his room and destroyed them all. finally, he was able to buy his own car and move out. then he met my mom. shortly after they started dating, he was diagnosed with crohn’s disease, a disease that caused sores to form on the inside of his stomach and intestines, which then pop and cause internal bleeding. he was still able to work, despite his constant pain, but after they got married it worsened and he was forced to stop working, making my mom the only working parent. since day one he has tried to be the best dad he could be, battling his disease, and a long-time addiction to alcohol (glad to say he has been sober for almost 3 years now). he has taught me so many things. he taught me how to swim, how to fish, how to stand up for myself, and how to keep hanging on, even if it seems like it won’t get better. he is the strongest, bravest man I know and I love him more than he could ever imagine. currently, his spine is slowly eroding, which means he may not be able to walk soon…but I can see the strength in him. I adore him. you’re a rock, dad. no one can knock you down.I love you daddy xo
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I just want a nice place to live with exposed brick and a garden and a job where I can be useful and feel like I have a purpose and make art and have beautiful friends who have interesting things to say and we can go to art galleries and patisseries and cafes and listen to live music and go to thrift shops and a wonderful boyfriend who can take me to the zoo and watch bad movies with me and I can cook and bake for him and I wish that I could just drink wine and smoke weed and be full of life and travel and make money and fall in love with every place and everyone I meet

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I still can’t believe I saw my favourite band of all time live.
I can’t believe I saw my idol, Keith Richards, perform right in front of me.
I can’t believe I saw Mick Jagger shake his ass in person.
I can’t believe I saw Ronnie and Charlie and Bobby Keys and even Mick Taylor.
I can’t believe I could see backstage, and I saw them smoking and joking around in between songs, and at the end of the show, I saw Theodora Richards pop out and give her dad a big hug and a kiss.
I can’t believe any of it.
I am still without words.
Bring on the post-concert depression.

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I drove today and I actually wasn’t terrible (like I had been last week). I actually reversed properly this time, too. I’m so proud of myself. 
Also tomorrow I get to see my best friend for the first time in a month.
And Friday I’m applying to another job (I really want this one guys cross your fingers/pray for me please!) & possibly going record shopping with my friends.
And in three days, I’m seeing my favourite band in the entire world live.
And also visiting/staying with my other best friend all weekend.
Things are good right now.

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