Namaste (: I'm Jess I'm twenty and i'm a free spirit and an old soul. Fiancé to my best love. Mamabear to my Rebel Baby born october 26, 2013. We make up a very earthy family, embracing our wonderful, alternative lifestyle. I'm a non-conformist. Agnostic/ Atheist. A free thinker with a head full of ideas. Nature inspires me. I strive to make a simple, healthy, peaceful life for me, my love, and our little one. We live a bohemian life with simplicity and big meaning. I think differently and I'm proud of that. I'm on a journey to create myself and love myself and be who I know I am. I want to live away from the chains and rules of society and follow the road less traveled. I want to liberate myself, my loves, and others and be free. I am an artist. I write. I explore. I dream. I love. I'm forever chasing the wind. online

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Tear stained faces…

Feeling lost and alone these last few days. Broken.


EarthCozy has churned out some wonderful things this past few weeks! Knotted Headbands, Fingerless Gloves, Slouchy Beanies, Infinity Scarves….So much cozy autumn goodness. Soon to come will be BABIES BEANIES ! How adorable is that?1 Very.  Check it out! =)


We must strive to love who we are throughout the process of becoming who we want to be.

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Wool Blend Infinity Scarf

Bohemian Slouch Beanie

Just listed this awesome beanie to EarthCozy, my etsy shoppe. Check em out!

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I think I’m teetering on the edge of depression . Like I feel my sadness and anxiety like a weight and that stresses me out . And I don’t want to be sad or moody but there’s just negative energy I just can’t get over and I greatly dislike that . I want my zen but I just can’t get it . I have to remember to take it day by day and actively try and not give up . I also need to just chill . I’ve got myself wound up in a tight little ball for honestly no reason …. Sure , I can say it’s the stress of the things I want to accomplish , but I can let that go. Let things come as they do . No stress . No pressure. Just positive vibes and self assurance .







Why Tumblr should Fall In Love with Frida Kahlo. 


i love everything about this because i love frida kahlo, but how are you going to not list the fact she was in a horrible bus accident that basically crippled her for most of her life and while lying bedridden she began to paint. frida kahlo didn’t give up and that makes her truly amazing.

Every single Frida Kahlo appreciation post Ive seen egregiously neglects the fact that she endured and survived a car accident that resulted in a metal pole being shoved through her body and essentially destroying her uterus. This incident informed many of her paintings and depictions of herself and yet she did not allow it to end herself. Her paintings became monuments to and representations of her suffering that she freely, openly and powerfully expressed. She painted her reality defying not only conventional beauty norms and continuing to slay anyways, but also artistic norms. While others considered her works surreal, she adamantly stood her ground saying that they were not surreal at all; that they were 100% accurate and realistic depictions of her suffering. And I think for someone to turn life crippling tragedy into the worlds most recognized self portraits is pretty badass and worth appreciating.

Yeah, her disability was CRUCIAL to her life as an artist— it was while she was recovering from her accident that she began to paint, and she explored self-portrait so thoroughly because it was all she had— she had a mirror over her bed and paints, and she used art as a way to cope with the MASSIVE amount of pain she was in and the fact that just as she was (I’ve seen sources that say 16 and others that say 19 but that age range), her whole world was reduced to suffering in a bed, for a very long time.

For that matter, she was not perfectly able-bodied before her accident because of childhood illness, but after the accident… She had her youth stolen, and she rebelled against being seen as an invalid, as being reduced to her suffering (the way that disabled people are STILL viewed), and she presented herself in her own terms in part to throw in the faces of those who presumed to narrow her down to the image of what they thought a ‘sick woman’ was/should be.

And let’s not forget she was a socialist

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1. Don’t try to piss quietly. Nobody in a public restroom thinks you’re knitting in your stall. They came to piss, just like you. And if you have to take a dump, do it. Get over your fear of public toilets. It’ll make life a lot easier.

2. Masturbate. Masturbate a lot. Talk about it with your friends. You’ve got the right to make yourself feel good and brag about it just like all the boys with extra large kleenex packages on their desks.

3. If you want the large fries, get the large fries. Hunger and appetite are nothing to be ashamed of, just human. Don’t ever feel guilty for eating in front of others. You need to nourish your body to stay alive. We all do.

4. Laugh as loud as you have to, no matter if you snort or gasp or literally scream.

5. Fart when you have to.

6. Always remember you weren’t born to visually please others. Forget the phrase “what if they think it’s ugly”. If you think it’s lovely, it is lovely. You wanna wear it, wear it!

7. Speak your mind! You can learn to do so without insulting others or shoving your opinion down other people’s throats.


- Seven Simple Ways To Free Yourself, from girl to girl (via notcapableoflove)

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"Always help someone. You might be the only one that does."


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Anonymous asked: what happens if your second baby is just as ugly as the first one?



What the fuck ?

"I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do."

- i.c. // October  (via )

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