Oh, Oh, Oh, It's MAGIC!

Shirt: La Mour?// Pants: Anthropologie

I don't have much to say about the ruling yesterday, DOMA is dead and I couldn't be happier. I do have something to say about the people who think this is going to be a bad thing. I'm terrible at wording political rants...

I feel like I am fairly good at seeing both sides to an argument, but I can never, will never, and don't want to ever understand the argument that is obviously hate. I don't care if you don't "hate" certain groups, I don't care if you "have gay friends," or "know this woman who likes women"; I don't care what you say to back up your reasoning for not wanting a group of people to have the same rights as you do (sound like a bad thing? because it is), you're wrong and I'm embarrassed by your opinions and your ability to feel you should be able to place a certain religious view on the whole country. I'm so happy to see love win, I'm so excited to see the future for this country with matters such as this. This is a growing opportunity and I hope it opens a lot of doors, minds, and hearts.

Best-
Amber

My Thighs Are Gonna Sweat Today.

Shirt & Skirt: H&M// Wedges & Later in the Day Sandals: Target

Ode to the days you bust out the tightest pencil skirt you own. Because that's why you own it. Because it's Thursday. Because that's why you do squats. Because that's the only way to get it out of your closet, to just pull it out, you have 10 minutes before you have to leave and you're sure it's not too terribly uncomfortable.

You're obviously wrong, but at least yuh ass looks good and in the end that's all that really matters in life.

In Honor Of All the Weddings! / Having Nothing To Say.

Shirt: H&M// Pants: LOFT// Shoes: Kork-Ease

“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”

- N’tima

Wake Up!

Sheer top: H&M// Skirt: Anthropologie// Heels: Target

The Happinest.

Sweater: Hollister (srs old school)// Skirt: Gap// Flats: Target

Let's take one moment to dwell on how SHORT I AM IN THIS PHOTO SET! Luckily that skirt is petite so maybe I look taller irl, idek, probs not tho.

next.

I'm starting to wonder if I ever knew happiness before? Maybe.

I'm so overjoyed with life lately. Weddings. Lake trips. Friends. Hugs. Meeting new people. Airplanes. All of it makes me wonder if I knew what happiness really was during the times I thought I was the happiest. Maybe, just maybe, I knew comfort.

Let Go And...*

Whale Bow Shirt (!!!): Anthropologie// Skirt: Target// Orange Heels: Urban

When it comes to love I am a firm believer in letting things happen, but there are times where I can't take my own advice. I had a lengthy conversation recently about moments, moments you feel all the shit you love feeling and miss when you realize you're not having them.

After you've had your heartbroken these moments seem fewer and farther between, you almost feel like it's not worth it, that attachment merely equals a moment you realize it won't work out for all the reasons in the world. I'm not going to lie, when once I was a love-driven individual, I've kind started to feel like the old hag of love-driven things - like a sad country song. I keep notice the times I let go and love, they create moments, moments I remember, I look back on, moments I keep. Maybe that's the problem? A person keeping those moments after the heartache slaps them in the face.

I tend to hate that people get more concerned with being concerned in a relationship than looking forward to moments; people get caught up in so much of the world around them, the concerns of others leaking into their heads, they forget that their relationship should reflect them and personally, I want mine to be full of moments. Trust me- you'll always, always, always smile when you remember hide'n seek in a dark house lit by only candles, or being pushed on a secluded swing in the middle of a brisk winter night. I remember those and no matter what I always smile.

I have to remember those moments are worth it, worth waiting on, worth looking forward to, worth letting go... worth letting yourself open up to be hurt, if that comes along, because that's what love is, right? It's finding someone that could potentially break all your hearts, make moments, and maybe getting in a few arguments along the way (hey, I'm a realist).

So then we must end it with *...Love the shit out of whomever you want, through whatever you want, for as long as you want, whenever the hell you want.

The Morning Face.

Tee: F21// Maxi Skirt: LOFT// Belt: ?// Sandals: Target

Excuse my snarl, I have no idea what pissed me off this morning. Wait, it was the morning. AH HA! So, I've figured out why I'm bad at giving clothes away, because one day I do wear it. You know that 6mo-1year rule? Nope. Doesn't work. I haven't worn this tee shirt in probably 2 years and it was the perfect scoop for my skirt. How dare anyone say I have too many clothes. 

Coffee. 

Good Morning. 

I need a massage.