a blog not about socks



I really love these starry illustrations by Hajin Bae.

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marvel edition- inspired by (x)

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Not sure of source, found via twitter from Radiomaru and Devin Faraci

Pacific Rim x Scott Pilgrim. All the movies I need in the world. done. 


Not sure of source, found via twitter from Radiomaru and Devin Faraci

Pacific Rim x Scott Pilgrim. All the movies I need in the world. done. 

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Song o’ the week. On. Repeat. Normally I’m always a fan of the demo/acoustic versions of songs, but this remix definitely wins it for me. 

(Source: Spotify)



when someone tries to spill the truth tea but you’re not ready to be scalded


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this one is Paul’s he sent me! Here is his description:

Nameless and eyeless, lost in the hills of Argentina, 1948. You are the pair of sunglasses and the side-smiling smirk behind the newspaper at the corner cafe. Something heavy in your pocket. Something terrible in mind

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So Paul and I decided to make a playlist for each other if we were spies. I made this one, and this is a playlist for spies who are as cool as a breeze, who dance with beautiful strangers, rock black suits/cocktail dresses, drive with the windows down in pursuit, and smoke lonely cigarettes in a thousand cities at night.

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Iceland in summary, since words cannot describe. | All photos are snapshots from my travels, more can be seen on instagram. Fine art pieces still to come.

Rob Woodcox Photography

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singing in the shower is all fun and games until you get shampoo in your mouth

then it just becomes a soap opera


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"The righteous flourish like the palm tree
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
They are planted in the house of the Lord;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
to declare that the Lord is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him."

Psalm 92:12-15, A song for the Sabbath day. 

What a great encouragement. What hope! to declare that the Lord is my rock and there is no unrighteousness in Him in old age. 


Upper Middle Class Trust Fund Disease

A letter to all who will ask about my post-grad plans:

To be honest, I’m only applying for jobs because I am 90% motivated by sheer fear that I’ll inevitably go back to Johns Creek to live with my parents (not that there is anything wrong with them, but I am a grown woman good dang) and 10% motivated by the excitement of prospective careers in my field of study. 

This being said, all I think about daily is traveling the world. Traveling could be a lifestyle to me, and I find it incredible that I’ve been blessed with a lack of responsibilities that would tie me to the United States. I suffer from Upper-Middle-Class-Trust-Fund-Disease which is basically a consequence of growing up in an upper-middle class suburb with a lack of financial responsibility (the result is inevitably the belief that the world can be what I want it to be, not the cruel reality that I don’t get everything I want). This is important in light of acknowledging my own naivety in regards to my future choices in the job market. I get that I need to get my foot in the door (thank you friends and family, you’ve definitely all made your point…clearly and aggressively), but frankly, I never planned on being rich. The entry level salary is all I aspire to achieve in my lifetime. Heck, I don’t ever plan on making more than 30k a year, and I’m totally okay with that. In fact, I look forward to learning how to live with just enough. Just. Enough. I don’t want the plush Southern plantation nor the chic New York loft. I want a blah apartment that I can live in and make comfortable. Because truth be told, I’m a foreigner on this earth (both physically and spiritually, I’ve decided).

I’m ready to be poor my whole life. But I’m not ready to settle for mediocrity. My aforementioned disease lends me a nasty habit of stubbornness when I aspire something and others tell me I can not. I want to tell people in the eye that they are wrong when they tell me I can’t only pursue job applications ONLY in positions I want. Because that’s aiming too high, and I need to be realistic. Cool, I need to be realistic. I need to learn how to settle. I need to keep in mind that the real world is a hard place and I can’t always get what I want. Great. 

You know what I really want to do one day? I want to build a school in a village where there is none. I’m not kidding, I really want to do that one day. I want to work alongside people who aren’t afraid to take risks to search for ways to bring clean water to communities, who are willing to take the time to teach all kinds of art to adolescents who are at risk to join gangs. I want to hold the hands of dying AIDS patients and weep because I loved them. I want to die forgotten by the world but remembered by the less fortunate that I got to serve all while heralding the reality that I will live and die to the hope that I will unite with Christ when I die, and He will say to me “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” 

If that’s my goal, then it hardly seems out of reach to leave the US and travel throughout developing countries for a few months. “But you don’t have a job to support that!” say the understandably worried friends and family. “But I have just enough to travel for a few months” I say in return. I don’t have job security in the future. It’s true. But I don’t have security I will be alive this time next week either. Why should I be afraid of poverty when I am not afraid of death? 

I don’t want to be like my peers. I don’t want to just have graduated with a degree in a field of study I am not passionate about. I majored in International Affairs and Spanish and I am determined to use what I’ve learned. So to answer your questions on my job hunt: Yes. I’m applying. So far, over 30 but under 40. Yes. I’ve heard back from one. No, it doesn’t pay…yet. Yes. I am daily discouraged, but así es la vida.