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my name is stacy michelle.
i look like this. i'm 24 and sassy. los angeles by way of miami. music. / industry. my friends are the coolest. i run a company called tuned in. & occasionally, i pretend to be artistic. |
my boss was named #2 on Billboard’s power 100. pretty awesome article. check it out here.
Most Amazing High Definition Image of Earth Ever - Blue Marble 2012
A ‘Blue Marble’ image of the Earth taken from the VIIRS instrument aboard NASA’s most recently launched Earth-observing satellite - Suomi NPP. This composite image uses a number of swaths of the Earth’s surface taken on January 4, 2012. The NPP satellite was renamed ‘Suomi NPP’ on January 24, 2012 to honor the late Verner E. Suomi of the University of Wisconsin.
Suomi NPP is NASA’s next Earth-observing research satellite. It is the first of a new generation of satellites that will observe many facets of our changing Earth.
Our planet is so HOT! This full-disc image taken by Suomi NPP in several passes Jan. 4 may well be the most amazing image of our planet to date.Click through to the highest resolution image.
Credit: NASA/NOAA/GSFC/Suomi NPP/VIIRS/Norman Kuring
yep, this is definitely my new desktop background.
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i can’t wait to listen to this. i love this band, they’re some of the sweetest people i know, and so fucking talented. check it out!
i’ve had so much on my mind lately.
i keep promising i’m going to take the time to sit down and write all of my thoughts out, but instead i get home and get caught up in menial things or respond to work emails.
it’s almost a month in to the new year and yet i keep finding myself making resolutions of sorts. i’ve been eating like such an asshole lately, and after being on a really long health kick, i miss the way i felt. i went to the store today and bought a ton of fresh fruit and other delicious things. i need to start cooking more. i need to discipline myself to bring my lunch to work. i have a slew of bad habits that i’m looking to kick and a large sum of good habits that i’m hoping to pick up. sometimes i feel like i’d be better off if i could press “delete” and start from the beginning.
i feel like the days are bleeding together for the most part. nothing too recognizable or crazy has happened lately. i work monday through friday. i spend most of the daytime hours inside. i spend most of the weekend catching up on sleep, errands, and laundry/cleaning, and before i know it, it’s monday again. i’m not complaining, by any means. just pointing that it’s completely different from years before, when everything was marked by what part of the country (or world) i was in. i know it’s 2006 if i was in rhode island. or 2007 if i was at the social in orlando. or 2008 if i was in baltimore. or 2009 when i was on two of the best tours i could’ve ever imagined. or 2010 when i was chasing my heart and my dreams around the country.
i feel really, unbelievably fortunate to be able to work with people i love, work for clients that i believe in, and be able to afford to feed, clothe and house myself. i’ve come a long way. it’s just weird. i guess part of me grew up way too fast while another part way too slow. i miss the days where sleeping in was a thing and where when your heart broke, it wasn’t really all that bad. when lonely meant your best friend was out of town for the weekend.
i just want to learn continually and be the best me that i can. i want to be happy. and i want to be around people that care about me. it’s hard to admit that if you don’t have all three, you’ll be unhappy— at least to some degree— but it’s so damned true. i know california is the right place for me right now. but i miss my family so much… and i feel like that makes me— at least to some degree— unhappy.
i wish LA was way closer to Miami. that, like when i was in college, i could just get in my car, listen to three or four records, and be pulling in to our driveway.
i’m glad for where i am and what i’m doing. but i just worry that if doing what i love most means being this far away from who i love most, am i ever going to be truly happy?
sometimes, i miss my bff.
Matt Pryor
If the world is ending then we toast to it
This man.
Yup, he sure is a great songwriter. No doubt in that.
love.
that moment where you’re so lonely you’ve got to resist all urges to text someone you know you shouldn’t. because all you want is their attention. and you are not allowed to pull on anyone’s heartstrings.
my brother left. i dropped him at the airport and proceeded to cry the entire way home. i’m really homesick and i feel really alone. he’s one of my best friends. it’s so funny… he used to make me cry because he picked on me. now he makes me cry when he leaves. i’m lucky to have the family i have and as always, i hate being far from them. the cost of following my dreams is breaking my own heart. not seeing my family nearly as much as i should. i wish florida and california were a whole lot closer.
my eyes are puffy from crying.
goodnight, moon.
don’t know why, but i’ve been having so much anxiety lately.
nothing that i can pinpoint.
but it’s been really debilitating.
not really a fan.
may or may not have ran in to my celebrity crush the other day. that was… amazing.
brother has been in town which has been fantastic. i’ve laughed til i cried so many times over the last few days.
he leaves tonight. i’m bummed over it.
LA is rainy and freezing and i just want to be tucked in bed with some tea.
More brother time. (Taken with instagram)
with my brudder bear. (Taken with instagram)
My brother is kind of my BFF. (Taken with instagram)
I love living in LA. And love even more that I was dolled up to go out. (Taken with instagram)
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. Bless his soul.
dead. cutest thing on the planet.
(Source: ronaldpbarba, via kidviciousdonna)
Slumber party. My favorite lady + my polar bears. (Taken with instagram)
GPOY
THE TRACK LIST
SHUT UP. IS THIS REAL LIFE?
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