Now Playing: MIA "Bring the Noize"

I don't know about you but I can remember the first time I ever heard MIA and watched her Galang video on repeat with my girlfriends for days straight. Then came Sunshowers and we would braid our hair in a bunch of little braids and wear tons of glitter under our eyes and pick flowers (weeds, mostly) and sprinkle them on the trampoline and jump around blasting it. This was BEFORE the Paper Planes era, sorry tweens, I am an old lady, and dare I say, quite hipster "I knew MIA before she was popular" (aka if you're under age 20 i'm sure Paper Planes is how you discovered her, which is fine, i'm glad you did!) Anyway she is just so freakin cool and always has been. Not only her music, but her style is killer and she's just an artist in every sense of the word..I'm sure now everyone's savvy on her extensive list of tracks (and if you aren't yet, do yourself a favor and listen to every song she's ever made!) and the [actual war] rebel girl-90's graphics-acid trip-tropical getaway feel of every video. I got overly excited to hear another new song from MIA, and a new album, I know this is going to be on repeat for a while... As Mindy Kaling said, "Bring the noize? More like bring the dance party!" The video is set to be released Friday, and I am guna watch it til my eyes bleed.

The illest trilliest bad bitch killesttt



Doesn't she just make you wana slap on some red lipstick, leave your hair uncombed and natural and wear some form of a gold headpiece at all times? I know my outfit goals for this week... patterns/on/patterns.

Just Ride

i was in the winter of my life, and the men i met along the road were my only summer. at night i fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. i was a singer, not a very popular one. i once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that i wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. but i didn’t really mind because i knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
when the people i used to know found out what i had been doing, how i had been living, they asked me why. but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.
i was always an unusual girl. my mother told me i had a chameleon soul. no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. and if i said i didn’t plan for it to turn out this way i’d be lying, because i was born to be the other woman. i belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that i couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
every night i used to pray that i’d find my people. and finally i did, on the open road. we had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. live fast - die young - be wild - and have fun.
i believe in the country america used to be. i believe in the person i want to become. i believe in the freedom of the open road. and that motto is the same as ever. “i believe in the kindness of strangers, and when i’m at war with myself, i ride, i just ride.”
who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? i have. i am fucking crazy. but i. am. free.