bonjour!
:) i'm pixie and i have big alien moon eyes and french vanilla hair. i am surrounded by cosmic bullshit every day of my life and it's totally wicked. and this is my blog.
i decided to start a blog because i want something to look back on one day and say, "wow, my life was totally psychadelic!" i also enjoy sharing my knowledge with everyone about everything. my brain is filled with tea and glitter and i am overwhelmed with my love of everything.
i am seventeen years old in the boonies of pennsylvania. i feel like i am definitely part-deer, i enjoy running in the middle of the road and sleeping in the grass and painting spots on my body. i am a senior in high school. school is exhausting and very silly. i don't do very well. i skip classes to read outside a lot. i feel like i learn more from my novels than i do in the classroom. i am a b-average student, and that is okay with me!
i am on my way to college in a few months, i will be going to johnson and wales university in miami if everything turns out right. i will be majoring in baking and pastry arts and food entrepreneurship. i am really excited for this. a whole bunch of new experiences will be in the palm of my hand :) wow
my dream job is to open a tea shop/hookah bar in a quiet town with people who have cacti growing from their ears and stardust billowing from their brains. i want to meet people who love everything as much as i do. i want to wake up every morning and make croissants and donuts and crepes. i will organize my teasets and create cappuchino masterpieces with steamy milk. there will be giant chairs and couches that people can melt in. every corner of my store will have fairy lights and the ceilings will be painted by customers. i will have regulars who want black coffee and a pinch of organic sugar and i will never be alone.
my entire life is a drug. i am high off of cookie dough, incense, buttons, words, hula hoops, cupcake-scented lotion, chipped teacups, crackly radios, and clocks that go too fast. i’m such a tea junkie that i piss it. i’m such an everything junkie, really, i choose it all! i want to suck all of the marrow out of life and live as beautifully in each moment as I can. i play a ukulele with a lot of stickers, practice yoga during full moons, lucid dream nightly, read tarot cards for strangers, and align myself with the stars and moon. i believe in unicorns and faeries and magic, mostly magic, because my entire life is magic. i can see auras. mine is a rainbow sunbeam. i’ve always considered myself a moonchild. i frolic and thrive underneath skies of diamonds and aliens. i find delight in wiping the moon glitter out of my eyes and braiding moonshells into my brain and opening my arms and embracing the milky glow of the atmosphere. the frosty cosmos of the night that tangles up in me is unlike any other.
now for controversial things: i am pansexual. i have been in love with one person, ever. sometimes i still think i'm in love with him, but i think i'm just in love with the idea of him. it's ok. i’m a buddhist-teaist-pantheist-hindu-meghanist who worships love and the universe, believes in aliens, ghosts, shamans, faeries, spirits, and most of all, myself. the cosmic goddess, the bubble-blowing stars, and the tea-filled craters helps us become everything, even for just a small tiny moment. i am pro-choice, pro-soldiers, and pro-naps. i do not judge.
we are all the same.
i wear bindis and live in thrift shops. my entire life is in my bag. it holds my gummybear tarot card deck, hello kitty eightball, gel pens, lipstick (lots of it!), extra shoelaces, 3+ journals, books i am reading (currently: the search for wondla. it's really lovely so far), watercolour paints, stray jewelry, jangly change, and ibuprofen. i throw glitter on myself daily. i let my hair dry naturally. i wear cowboy boots a lot. i make a lot of my own clothes. stores don't usually have what i like!
i am emotion. my belly is filled with feelings and gurgly milk all the time. i am indecisive and fragile and a buried treasure. my mind hums every second with thoughts and sing-a-longs and metals and calming. i like e.e. cummings and alien noises. music fills me up and makes me cry. i read a lot of children's books and only watch cartoons because i have peter pan syndrome. it's chronic!
i am a weird girl. i know that. but i am happy and alive and i breathe the milky way. i am just like you except my name is pixie. my hair is too long and my words are too short. but, i guess that's why i'm here. i guess that's why we're all here.
thank you for reading. hopefully you'll all find out more about me through this blog and maybe find out a little about yourselves too :)
xxx pixie
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