Live your best life 

Being 20 is just a heightened teenage level, except you add on $40,000 or so’s worth of a college hole to that, along with growing older and distant to being a kid. 

This is when you realize life is the complete opposite of easy- or at least when it really crystallizes. 

I’ll never lose my love for cartoons or the simple things in life like walking my dog, eating my favorite food on a day off, or browsing the Internet till 2 AM (although, maybe it’d be a good thing to get rid of that).

What I will lose are pieces of who I am. 

Everyone changes and morphs into whoever they are meant to be… but that’s with our own decisions– and time. 

I want to make good decisions. 

I don’t want to overwork myself at the age of 20 until I am wrinkled, lonely, and bombarded all of a sudden by children and some “new chapter of my life” because I went along with what I was expected to do.

I love new chapters, but I believe there is a right time and a right place. At the moment I’m being swarmed with what I THINK I should be doing, and not what I SHOULD be doing at the age of 20. 

This is the start to a new decade, I’ve finally almost reached the drinking age, but what about after? What will I be able to look forward to after college is finished and I’m legally able to do everything I’d need to (in talking about smoking and drinking which I’ve never had a massive interest in).

This year I am dedicating myself to my work and my goals. Not focusing on making money, more so working towards my future. 

Although, we all need money, to live. It is what it is in that case, but should everyone be worked to the core in order to thrive… or if we end up lucky, are we destined to forget the feeling of work and the accomplished feeling afterwards? 

Work, work, work, work, work, is all I feel like I’m doing. 

I love my job, I love the people I work with, however I can’t stay in this place for the rest of my life, nor should I allow myself to feel like this is all there will ever be for me, because I’m only 20. 

It’s a big number, but it’s also tiny. I still have about 60 years to go (knock on wood).

Something as little as saying “no” to working more guts me, yet not at all because I know I deserve some time off.

What life is it I’m living? 

Is it my own, or the life I feel I’m supposed to?

Maybe everyone’s right and this feeling is only temporary, however, how can I grow if this is all I know.

I hope your all living you’re best life. 

Love, 

Nat 💖

🌸 Little Lush 🌸

I love Lush of you couldn’t tell, and experimenter is one I’m really really really excited to use. 

When me and my friend went into the shop the girl told us to feel the water because she had just tossed one in and omg it was so nice and smells so good and is so GORGEOUS. 


I can’t wait to use it in my bath ^_^

Do you have a favorite Lush product?

Love, 

Nat 💖

Not Yours 

** I wrote this back in November. I’m sharing it now because I’m going through old notes, and am finding a lot of poems, writings, pieces, whatever you want to call them.🌸All I want to add is that a whole lot can change in just one year.🎬** 

It’s been next to five months and I can still feel his lips on mine.

 I can feel his arms wrapped around my waist as he pulls me in for a hug. I always loved those. 

I can sense his eyes as my own follow a page of a book. 

I can hear his heart as it asks to be mine, but I refuse to take it. 

And now I understand why he ran when I finally came to the decision to express that I loved him. 

He couldn’t handle me. 

Back and forth I went, in fact I made a bet with myself on when he would get sick of me. Purely because, I wanted him too. 

I forced my way out of his heart in order to protect my own.

 But what I would come to find is that when I felt the time was right, he would vanish because something pretty and new had walked by. 

 And it was no surprise to me that I couldn’t keep his eye. 

But what would provoke me to believe I was at a loss when he had given up something he couldn’t see, something he defied in every sense of beauty, someone who claimed she was the queen. 

Oh dear heart, if only you knew. 

It was his choice, not yours, to let go of you. 

Comments On Cheating

Cheating isn’t cool.

I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman, point blank is that it’s not another thing to add to why one gender is worse than another.

So many comments on all sorts of platforms, including real-life revolve around who cheats more, men, or women. If you are a man it’s likely you’ll say women, and if you are a woman it’s likely you’ll say men, ESPECIALLY if you yourself have experienced cheating. Of course this doesn’t apply to everyone on the planet, however I’d like to think at least some people see where I’m coming from.

To feel as if you can’t trust another person is one level, but to KNOW that someone has the audacity to cheat or hurt and then lie in your face is another.

You, yes YOU deserve better. You deserve to know better, and be loved by better.

I don’t want you to think slimey people are all that exist after one encounter with a partner that just hits the fan. I definitely don’t want that to happen if it was your first relationship.

But I especially don’t want it to become a battle consistently of whether or not men are the biggest cheaters, or women are.

Life is complicated as it is, should we really throw more gasoline on the fire?

Whether or not you were cheated on, know YOU are still fine as hell. There’s zero reason for you to doubt your self-worth, whether or not you were good enough, pretty enough, loving enough, NO.

And there is zero reason to single-out any gender, or place the blame for some of human-kinds misguided and idiotic people on a sole string of incidents that are relatable for almost every person in a comment section.

This is the cheaters problem. It is all the cheaters problem. You may not see the justice now, but know darn well it’s coming and karma will quite simply smack them in the face if you’re not quick enough to yourself.

Do me a favor though, please?

Recognize that it’s not a genders issue, it’s a cheater’s mind.

P.S. Recognize that you’re sad and it’s okay to be sad rather than playing it off… it’s okay to be sad for a while, however long you need to, but also remember that time waits for no one and once you understand they weren’t a waste of time but a blur of lessons, then you can begin to accept that the world will turn with or without that toxic person in you’re life.

And sometimes, too much of a good thing– or what you think is at least– really isn’t so good after all.

Love,

Nat

 

 

Wonder Woman Will Kick Ass

I have a gut feeling this movie is going to break records.

I have a gut feeling this movie is going to inspire a lot of little girls, a lot of women, and people in general.

This doesn’t strike me as a movie that will only show the good scenes in the trailer just to “get hype.”

It’s apparent to me that this movie deserves the hype due to the fact that it doesn’t’ appear at all to be a let down both in the trailers, and considering the director is also a woman (who may be able to bring a more relatable side of the character to the movie-goers as well).

Today at work, at least 3 times alone (the most I can ever remember in one sole day) I was asked if a man, a boy, anyone besides a female could carry cases of water for a customer. Seriously, this really did happen. Even after I did truck and moved about 200 cases of product, quite a lot of it being heavy.

What I did was at least took it to the counter for the customer. He looked at me in shock, this elderly man, and questioned “that’s not heavy to you?” with eyes practically bulging out of his head I politely said “no, not at all” and smiled.

And no, I’m definitely not the strongest woman anyone will come across, I don’t lift or work out much besides when at work, however I AM in fact able to do it so why the hell should I not?

Afterwards, a man came in to get a propane tank, and before I could grab it off the shelf, he said “no, no, wait I got it” even though I’ve done this at least 50 times… and he did do just that.

I want to mention that I have zero problem if someone (a man specifically in this case) wants to help me, however, if I’m not struggling in the slightest bit, if I don’t mind in the slightest bit, and hell, even if I do mind sometimes; I don’t feel there should be a place where a man says to me “no, you shouldn’t lift that, its too heavy for a woman.”

It is insulting to me, to watch someone else do a job I could easily do, only because they are a male.

I hope the movie “Wonder Woman” –and the fact that it was directed by a woman as well– can inspire as many people as its already inspired me to remind myself I’m a badass woman, when others fail to realize.

I have a really good feeling about this movie, what are you thinking about it? Do you think it’s too hyped up, or are you excited to see what it has in store?

Lemme know what you think 🙂

*Note: I found the featured image on Deviant Art, it’s done by TristanHartup*

Love,

Nat

 

 

New Goodies


Neautrogena water gel (I am loving this stuff at the moment)

Zoella fizz bar (so excited I found it at Target!)

L’Oréal true match powder in C2

Burts bees mango lip balm

L’Oréal collide Riche lipstick in Julianne’s nude 620 (juliannes red is gorgeous too, I wore that ALL last summer practically) 

What are you’re favorite products at the moment? 🙂

Love, 

            Nat 💖

Lancôme Hypnose Drama

This is a mascara I LOVE. It goes way back with me all the way to when I was around 15 and really began loving makeup. I would always borrow or be given my moms mini travel size to use and it’s always been one I’ve been in love with because of memories (my moms still around don’t worry haha) and simply that it’s an amazing mascara. 

It’s about $27.50 at Sephora and Ulta and there are a bunch of other mascaras Lancôme makes in case you wanted to check others out. My moms favorite is definicils. 🙂

The brush is not plastic, it is in fact a brush and it’s a bit curved, a bit like an “s” so it grabs every lash well (at least for me). It also smells great! Nothing special really, just fresh. If you really want a mascara that has a scent the YSL babydoll mascara has a nice rose scent. 🌹


Hope you enjoyed this mini review! 

Love, 

            Nat 💖

It doesn’t get to you 

It doesn’t get to you until you step inside the doorway.
It doesn’t get to you until you hear ” I feel the baby kick.” 
And you’re immediate reaction is to place you’re hand on her stomach. 
It doesn’t get to you until the hour long drive back home that feels like a breeze,
But over time grows more and more distant.
It doesn’t get to you until empty spaces are filled with friends of family.
It doesn’t get to you until you look at the backyard and remember looking up instead of down
It doesn’t get to you until you drive down the road you learned to ride you’re bike on.
You’re first wheels. 
It doesn’t get to you until a tiny hand is placed in the palm of yours and you realize, this is the most precious thing. 
It doesn’t get to you until tears well up in you’re eyes and everything stops briefly.
While you’re hand is on her stomach,
And you can envision the life ahead. 
It doesn’t get to you until then. 
It doesn’t even phase you. 
*** Note: I literally just wrote this out of nowhere thinking of earlier today. Hope you don’t mind me sharing it. I hope you all have a good day too. *** 

Love,

           Nat 💖