if you want to know how much i love you, count the waves~

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. . . .Happy Saturday. . . .

Yesterday, I was standing by a light post, and suddenly it occurred to me how young I am. how fragile I am. how easily I could break. yet how lucky I am. There are no wrinkles on my skin, few wrinkles on my soul. And although my life is measured by my breaths, and not my age, (death is always there), I still know, There are many lives left for me to live, and be, and meet. So many steeples to see, and lady bugs to catch. So many frowns to bend, and lovers to hug. I have years of misfortune, fortune, heartbreak, heart beats! How beautiful it is. How sweet it is. I'm the lucky one.

"People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away.”

Don't waste your youth growing up!

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This dress. This delicate, sheer, and fitted dress is new for me. Most of my outfits consist of flowers, boho-inspired prints, and femininity. This outfit is far from floral.... I always feel that fashion is never ending, always changing. In order to cultivate my love for fashion and all things style, I must try new things. New shapes. New colors. New shoes. Taking a risk, and playing with your own eccentricities is what makes fashion an art. The art of fashion is why I have my blog. The art of style, and expression. Our flesh is the canvas, and our clothes are the paint.

Speaking of a love for fashion, early in the week, I met with a girl named Linda. She is a talented contributor to calgaryfashion.ca, we met in a coffee shop, not only for questions, but to connect as friends. She is a sweetheart, and I can't wait to see how the interview turned out! My deepest gratitude to you Linda!


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"We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing."

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"I hope this turns into love, because you make me, make me feel so alive "

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"Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun."

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As you know, the sun is shining, the weather is warming, and February is ending. What a month. As each month passes, I am shocked at the state of time. I's amazing. How fast the clouds roll in and out, how fast the sun rises, and it falls. We're always in a constant metamorphosis. Thoughts are always changing, minds are always racing, ideas growing, ideas dying. With each changing season, and each changing mind, we grow.

We never stop growing, with or without milk.

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"A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked."

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One last note, I have promised you a Q&A video. I have not forgotten! Within the coming weeks, I will read over your questions, and compose a video with my answers, (hopefully by next week.) For now, play your instruments, sing your songs, laugh at your comedies, cry at your tragedies, and enjoy being. Be fire, be too quiet, be too loud, be too happy, be too good, be whatever ties your heart strings to the sky. We have breath, we're the lucky ones.

kiss kiss !!

dress- savers, gift from mom
necklaces- aldo/forever21
booties- value village $10

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I can teach you how to bewitch your mind, and enhance your senses

just when I think I am sad, and insecure. just when I think I have fallen. I learn to fly. This has been a tough week. My emotions, and lack of them, have been brewed into a constant battle of head versus heart. My heart wants one thing, my head wants another. If you defined life in my dictionary,

life

1. the universal condition of human existence that is in a constant state of head versus heart.

my heart is neither too strong, nor too weak. it is in a constant medium. to be forgiving, and to follow your heart, does this mean I am weak? I am weak because my heart is weak? Or does it mean I am strong, because my heart is strong? Life would be easier if I could just follow one path, one path planted by my heart, or one path paved by my head. Uh, I think I need a coffee, and a break from my brain.


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There is good to relish on! The ground is slushy, and the white snow is melting. Little rivers, and tiny waterfalls are forming everywhere. Thank you to the life energy of the sun! You make my sad weeks full of hope! My body craves summer. My feet crave to be bare, and running through green, green grass. Can you just picture it? Heat upon my flesh, warm air through my nose, and plants blossoming everywhere...... Follow my method. When your sad, think of a season, or a moment, where your skin felt just right, when your eyes saw just what they needed to see, and when your heart fell into the right place. The second we begin to see beauty in the rhythm of sorrow, we will begin to defeat our own inner demons.

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I took a walk yesterday. I ran around, chasing my shadow, laughing at the crisp air, and taking pictures. It was refreshing. If a nice long walk doesn't put your life into perspective, I'm not quite sure what will..

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My closet is full... too full. I think it's time I begin selling my clothes. Not all of them, I'll keep some favorites, but just enough so that my closet can breath. I'm hoping some of you, followers, and readers, will be interested in what I have to sell. So in the next coming weeks, I'm going to try to put together a system so that I can share my clothes with you! If you have any suggestions on how I should go about selling, send me an email, any input would be greatly appreciated.

P.S it's time to start updating the blog regularly again! I have missed you too much, and my life is getting back to order, and I'm beginning to find myself again... I can't wait to see what the future brings! Love you all!

kisses!


dress/ value village $10
leather jacket/ forever 21 $20
shoesies/ winners $50








See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand

A bird chirping, a car honking, and a shining sun are setting my mood. Life, this is me. And I am feeling good, feeling good, feeling good. I wonder if the sun shines this brightly because I feel good? Or do I feel this good because of the sun shining so brightly? Weather is a magical thing. It can lighten, enlighten, and destroy our inner core. Sun brings warmth, and promise. Snow brings beauty, and loneliness. Rain brings fear, and solace. Weather is the mood of the earth. In my head, Today, earth is happy, and feeding humanity with hope!

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I keep having this day dream of bright blue triangles bursting into the dark of my eye lids. I have no idea what brought this on, but it won't go away. I enjoy it, I do, it feels like I'm on drugs, or some psychedelic music. But this requires no drugs, no music, It takes me away from routine, and leaves me, eyes closed- almost in a trance. Maybe it's magic. Maybe it's being sleep deprived. Maybe it's nothing...... Maybe It's love. I think it's love. I've always heard of the crazy things love can do to you. Love can make you weep, it can make you loud, it can make you silent, hopeful, mad, afraid, lonely, uncomfortable, ecstatic, free... But by far, the craziest thing love can do for anyone.. is make you change. I think love can make you better, and I think love can make you worse. I've always been in love with love, but never did I have love in love with me.

Fingers slide together, and I, I am so alive.

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"this exact place where we laughed so much and the way you said my name will echo always in my brain"

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This post is dedicated to my mom, and dad. I love them more than I love the existence of angels. My love for each grows deeper, and faster, than the roots of a cherry tree in may. I have tried my best to feed both with love, but life makes you ache, and sometimes anger in love is much easier than love in anger. Without you, I'd be missing, crippled, and empty. Thank you for giving me life, and breath, and hope. I'm celebrating you!

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I am so tired today. Few thoughts are running through my head. I have to recycle this procrastination and study for school, and my body neeeeeeeeds sleep. I think after I write, and study, I'll lay my head and dreaaaaaaaaaaaam. Dreaming, the most beautiful thing.

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Here are the details of my outfit, my faux fur jacket is a gem to me. It was only $20 and warms me without the need for a heavy coat... And my forever 21 skirt(bought in NYC) brings me that eccentricity that I adore.

I'm warm. I'm happy. And I believe, one day we will all step out of our bodies, and burst into bloom. Have a nice Thursday!

XOXO

jacket/ winners $20
top/ value village $3
skirt/ forever 21 $20
boots/ value village $10


Good Wednesday! After photographing my last outfit photos', me and my mom stopped in a coffee shop and decided to indulge in treats, and video taping with my new flip cam. Here are two silly videos that were completely spontaneous...







I've always loved capturing beauty, and moments in a photograph, and had no idea I would enjoy video-taping just as much.. Next video, Questions from you, Answers from me! I want you to comment or email me (whatswithamy@hotmail.com) any question that comes to your mind.. It can be random, witty, inspiring, fun, anything you can think of! I look forward to hearing from you my beauties !!




XOXO
"I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

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It's Monday, and there are some things I can't get out of my mind. Why are there no peaches? What happened to my won ton soup? Why haven't I updated my blog? Why do I lay awake at night, fighting shut eyes, only to be tempted by exhaustion in the morning? Why, why, why?
Why do I question everything?

but a glass of apple juice, and everything is okay.

I am tired. My body is aching. I have a dream to curl into a ball, rest my lips, lay my head, and let go of my hands. The logic in my head is unsettling. It tells me to fight sleep, and keep my head up...... Bonjour Coffee, here I come!


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My hair is growing longer, and longer, and longer. I have always admired long hair, never thought I'd have the gusto and desire to wait for my brown locks to drape my shoulders... until I saw a poster that said, if you love her let her grow, and it took one thought.
She continues to grow...
and grow.
By summertime, my dream hair will be cultivated onto my giant head,
I'll run in the breeze,
shake my hair, shake my tambourine,
..and I'll welcome the heat my dear soles have been missing..

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"That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste."

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Today is the first day of February. Tomorrow, it'll be the second. Soon, valentines day. I am a lover. I believe in the magic, and science of love. I've never been struck my cupids arrow, or had an admired valentine, until now. Most of my life has been spent finding a day like valentines, sweet but sour. Sweet because of the admirers who express their deep devotion through chocolate shaped hearts, and big giant teddies. Sour, because everyday should be a day of expressed deep devotion for the ones you love, not just the 14th of February. And what about those of us, who don't have an admirer? or someone to love us? Isn't valentines day just a reminder of how lonely we are? This year, because of the light seeping through my veins, I will choose to believe, and share my admiration, with those I love, on a day in February..

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Blog, you've been neglected, like the vitamins in my cabinets... School work has swept me, breathing, and living a life has stolen me. Time, there is so little of it. Time, you seem to leave me faster than the longevity of soda pop in this house...

Now, that February is approaching, and school work is fleeting, I will have hours to spend with you, my blog. Finally :) !!



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Cheers to February. Cheers to freedom, and dreaming awake, and how apple juice tastes, and the colors that light my rare 8' o clock mornings, and how my hand belongs somewhere. Cheers to desiring spring, and new beginnings, and growing things, and teaching things, and learning things, everyday. Cheers to the feeling of a natural-intoxication, like love, and the artificial kind, like wine. Cheers to finding yourself through all the struggles that cancer us. Cheers to discovering your inner soul, and not letting anyone define your own outer soul. Cheers to a life we live, and the fading hours on an analog clock, and the magic of love, and science, and poetry. You are not your body. You have a body. You are your soul.

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Reason #100: Like Dawn with 4,000 subtle shades of red, you are inspiration.


jacket-dkny value village $10
dress/skirt- thrifted hawaii gift $2
tights-betsey johnson gift $18
heels- rocket dog winners $50
bra strap made into headband- $7