Feel like opening up tonight.

where I let it all hang out

Stopped By the Market, Picked Up A Few Things

Stopped by the market today and picked up a few things to restock my hair care arsenal. 

My hairdresser recommended I try a hair treatment of raw honey and apple cider vinegar. So that's all I'll be doing on this rainy Sunday. 

My mood today would be best described as introspective. I've been allowing certain situations that are out of my control get to me… even though I know better. I'm allowed to. I am human. I'm starting to wonder if I'm drawn to broken souls… and if so, what that says about me. But I'm rambling, today marks a new moon, a new week and new direction. 

Happy Sunday!

l to r:

Trader Joe's Oragnic Raw Honey

Trader Joe's Organic Virgin Coconut oil

Trader Joe's Lavender Triple Milled Soap

( SIDE NOTE: Maybe I'm selfish.. )

Time to step it up. Been coasting for too long..

The Dreamer x Common feat. Maya Angelou

For the World.

Links We Love

 Spring Cleaning Feng Shui tips

Zipper Street Art x Jun Kitagawa

Japanese street artist Jun Kitagawa uses giant zippers in his street art as a metaphor to suggest that there is more than what initially meets the eye, and that we should look beyond the surface and explore what's around us. Thanks for the reminder!

 



the wind down...

We the TRIBE x Spr 2014

New to We the TRIBE!

Classic Hooded Sweatshirts/ Crops

Coming April 2014

 

( SIDE NOTE: I have to get my bangs re-cut so I can let go of my hair in pictures. :/ )

Take Me Away

take me away

to where palm trees

provide shade,

where sun rays radiate

a Midas' touch on my skin

reflection on my outer

of my glow from within,

wanderlust stricken

with no other cure

I feel like I'm stuck in this cocoon

of a room

drowning in familiarity

I need to break free soon.

feeling my last gasp of

 tedious monotony

ho hum hurrahs,

commonplace consistencies

will never be enough

to cure

this bore

that has taken over me,

I need to feel liberated

experience things I've never seen.

to strive to survive

outside of the box of desolate despondency,

these average expectations I will never see

because they will never be

me.

 

 

shari renee