sun bathe

ripe skin on dry dirt. i turn my back, sit with my spine. sun bathe some deep sighs. befriend the afternoon lizards and spy on the happiness of leaves. the hello sway. transiently unfold my heart in the subtle heat and number the forehead wrinkles smiling in the pathways. i become a repeat offender of not brushing my hair. letting the tangles whisk in the brass ground. red hair dye and fingernail gunk. arriving slowly. meeting you in my mind was a mistake.

fervently, mute style

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Shop Girl

There is a slight edge to my smile when someone compliments me on an outfit, especially because over the past two years I’ve developed an entirely thrifted wardrobe.

My roommate and I are cleansing our closets in hopes of sharing the love of unique and vintage finds with you! As well as compressing our wardrobes to fit into suitcases.

Our lives are in these clothes. From hiking and writing poems. From performing and appearing in BuzzFeed videos . . . That’s the cool thing about buying second-hand. The stories. And now you get the opportunity to write the next chapter.

Which is why, with each purchase, we plan to include a handwritten note about some of the fun experiences and places we wore these clothes.

The Depop Shop is heating up! So be such to check it out and snag the items you love.

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*All funding is going towards the upcoming summer 2017, “The Naked Heart Tour.” I have been away from blogging for a minute. The past two weeks have been fully devoted to contacting venues, researching fees, and creating promotional materials to make this project a reality! As lead cinematographer, I will not only be supporting two of my college friends, but have the opportunity to film the entire journey which will later be submitted to film festivals. Be sure to check back on the blog for more insight into this tour and the behind the scenes prep.

xoxo,

Mute Style

thrifted vocabulary

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thirty minutes too long in the dressing room. regarding the crack running from the ceiling. sidestepping the sun spit. lizards losing skin. the lipstick vandalism. kissing the napkin from the piece-of-cake shaped dressing room. an image pointed through the sky. glimpsing beauty. the definition of shell buttons on a cotton dress and the resemblance of the confident girl wearing them. try on the puff of frosting and lick the floor clean. pull the fork from my iris. and continue eating. an excerpt from the dressing room diaries.

xoxo,

mute style

13. bronze and beat

this was a mistake. my heart is like a squished stress ball. it’s not the cracks in a piñata ready for fun. more like the loops of a crochet shall filtering in the oceanic cold. i dipped my hair in fire expecting it to keep myself warm. as i glimpse the wind winged seagulls, i realize that i drift often to thought patterns with you arrowed in the forefront. mush that became liquified. and evaporated into the blueness of the sky. maybe i am the opposite of clever. maybe i am roasted air that rises. maybe i want somebody. maybe i still want that somebody to be you. whatever. does any of this matter? when families are torn apart and little girls aren’t eating. the world is suffering more than the flames of my head reading a collection of romantics.

xoxo,

mute style