However Wild It Seems.

My name is Rachel.
My only vice is live music.
I'm trying to go to as many shows as my dwindling bank account will allow me to.
I'm a sucker for a good book, a good movie, and a good pop song.
I've always wanted to go to Antarctica.

Can I say…..

Let me just say this.
Here.
One, because I may still be slightly drunk.
Two, it’s 3 am and no one is awake,
But let me just give a big Fuck You to the kids in Echo Park.

Muthafukkahs ransacked my car.

That’s never happened.

I’m fortunate though, my Mumford & Sons CD was there, so was my signed City & Colour album. Arcade fire, Weezer, Arctic Monkeys… Yeah they were all there, still. My polaroid of me driving through a giant 2000 year old redwood tree… Still there. My Lolita, (Tommy got that for me on his trip to Hawaii) my Hawaiian girl who lives on my dashboard and is always and forever shaking those hips was still there. My pamphlets from my trip to the breathtakingly beautiful Grand Canyon, still there. And wouldn’t you know it, the purse I bought from Feed.org that provided 2 children from Kenya meals for a full year, was right where I left it.

I have not a single item in my car that is worth anything to anyone except myself.

Nothing was taken.

So again, I got 2 letters for you. One of them is F and the other is U.

(And yes, those are Miley Cyrus lyrics. Ask me if I give a fuck.)

Arcade Fire, The Forum, Inglewood, CA
August 1st, 2014

Arcade Fire, The Forum, Inglewood, CA
August 1st, 2014

Anonymous asked: Have you ever ran a marathon?

ayymattyy:

The only marathons I run are on Netflix

pleasestopbeingsad:

things life is too short for:
- hating yourself
- pretending to laugh at “jokes” that are actually just bigoted statements
- not singing along to your favorite songs
- waiting hours to text someone back just to look cool
- bad coffee
- bad books
- mean people
- body shaming
- letting other people dictate your life
- larry’s storyline

(Source: positivedoodles, via crosshatchedknees-dottedeyes)

I can finally say,
I’m seeing Arcade Fire tonight.

Trip to the Grand Canyon,
Or new tattoo:
Trip to the Grand Canyon,
Or new tattoo.

Both will stay with me forever.

Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

Can I just say,
The ‘Last One Awake’ playlist on Spotify is spot on.

Perfection.