Pills N Potions.

"Pills and potions,

we're overdosing.

Can't stand it, but I still love you."

-Nicki Minaj.

Days uneventful can still be some of the most fun. By no means is running two miles a party, but when there's a cute baby to run around with, I'm pretty sure I can guarantee laughter for a lifetime.

That's what the last three or so days have consisted of over at this household. Just the norm. Well, the newly accepted summer norm. But we're almost to July and that's when the time starts to fly a little faster than I can keep up. Or rather, faster than I would ever want. Summer is always the shortest. But it is always the best, all the same. 

I reassure you. It is always summer in my heart and in my soul.

One Day.

"Too shy to say that you need help.

You and everybody else.

You and everybody else."

-Kodaline.

It's strange to me. Usually, I could come up with some topic to write about. Even if it was just some random stuff out of the air, I know how to put words to a page (or screen, for this matter). But tonight, I just don't know. 

Nothing is wrong, don't be worried. I'm totally fine. But I just don't know what's up. Is this what people refer to as a rut? I don't think I'm trapped in one of those, but who knows? Not me, that's for sure.

Hmm...what to say, what to say. 

Maybe I should embrace this (somewhat) speechlessness. Enjoy not really having a care and focusing on the calm. Because as we all know, the calm is always present before the storm. I don't expect anything awful on my horizon. Well, if you don't count the end of summer. But that's far upon us, people. Seven weeks is long. Trust me. 

I'll figure it out. Whatever 'it' is. Which, I believe, is nothing. 

Oh well.

Sorry for my ramblings. But hey, I have to say this somewhere. At some time. In one way or another. Am I right?

Girls Chase Boys.

"All the broken hearts 

in the world still beat.

Let's not make it harder

than it has to be."

-Ingrid Michaelson.

So. It's a Want Wednesday. And it's been a while. A long while.

This Nashville songstress, Maggie Eckford, is one to watch on my Tumblr style feed. She always looks like a cool and collected chick, and this ensemble does not disappoint in the slightest. A black solid and mixed floral wide-legs are the easiest pieces to break the Southern summer sun. Plus, the illusion of legs for days always kills in my book. Check out her blog: blackwhiteanddenim.com.

Tenerife Sea.

"Should this be the last thing I see?

I want you to know it's enough for me.

Cause all that you are is all

that I'll ever need."

-Ed Sheeran.

I don't even care that it's not Tuesday. I don't care that I always use Ed's music for my blog titles. I don't care if people think this song sounds like everything he's made. I just don't care.

Because to me, this song is perfect. I may not know what will happen in my future, but this song will be incorporated in my wedding. Plain and simple. It will. Because it's perfect. It is. I have no other way to say that. 

Isn't that what music is all about? A melody that makes you happy. Lyrics that brighten up your smile a little bit more. Pure happiness in a three minute span. 

Marry You.

"Cause it's a beautiful night.

We're looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby,

I think I wanna marry you."

-Bruno Mars.

All I have to say is...

Boom Clap.

"Boom clap,

the sound of my heart.

The beat goes on 

and on and on and on and..."

-Charli XCX.

Friday Five! Friday Five! Friday Five!

Being the eve before the beautiful #kelsonforever wedding, I'm going to try my best to find bridal gowns that I would die to wear for my special day (whenever that's happening...).

I am a big time believer in the cupcake gown. If you look like a pretty pastry, you've done something right. In a strapless confection such as this, playing the princess part is priceless.

In my book, a low back is TO DIE FOR. Nothing looks as naturally gorgeous as a bare back with a big bow and some spaghetti straps to match.

Forever wishing I was as cool as this hippie chick to pull off a flower crown with a long sleeve gown. Coachella vibes rule, bro.

Beginning to see a trend? You know, huge skirt, hair up, back on display. Yep. At least I know what I like. And this gigantic train dress is no different. What a dream to have your silhouette cover the steps.

Can we see everything on the dress? No. Do I still want it more than most? Um, yeah! Delicate lace is prim and proper. And I will forever ooh and aah over bridal buttons. Simply girly and classic femme.

Loyal.

"When a rich man want ya,

and your man can't do nothing for ya.

These girls ain't loyal."

-Chris Brown.

Sad right now because the baby is crying and I can't help him. Boo.

To get past this sorrow I feel at the moment, here's a video. And it's great. I promise.

Settle Down.

"We get back to my house.

Your arms, my mouth.

Now I just stop myself around you."

-The 1975.

I say a lot of repetitive terms on the daily, but these lyrics have been recited about every hour on the hour for the past week if I'm correct. As you all may know, The 1975 has become my go-to for anything (especially pretending that I'm cool) as of late, and this song has taken this week's cake as my favorite.

As I continue to settle down (haha, see what I did there? Cheeky, eh.) into the rest of my summer, I will be jamming to this band on repeat until the end of time.

Hands down.

No doubt about it.

At all.

Don't even try to test me there. 

(video courtesy of YouTube and The 1975.)

We Owned The Night.

"But it was perfect.

I never will forget.

When we owned the night...

Yeah, we owned the night."

-Lady Antebellum.

Nashville. God, I love you in ways I don't even understand.

You gave me eight days of fear. And excitement. And anxiety. And laughter.

You gave me pouring showers and humid summer air. 

You gave me endless Summer of Shakes at Sonic and Coke-infused coffee.

You gave me the music that makes the veins of Broadway and Music flow ever so swiftly.

You gave me time. And boy, am I so thankful for those short minutes.

Although it may seem I grow jaded of the city I'm supposed to call home, I still do refer to it by a sacred name like the such.

Home. For eight days or eight months, that's what Nashville is turning out to be.

 (Photo credit via Instagram and cmacloseup.com)

Collide.

"Even the best fall down sometimes.

Even the stars refuse to shine.

Out of the back, you fall in time."

-Howie Day.

It's a song like this that brings me back down to reality when tensions run high and my blood pressure levels rise even higher.

With tomorrow marking the quick work trip back to Music City, I'm trying not to let fear overcome my (somewhat) excitement. Although this opportunity I'm about to embark on may seem like a dream come true, I forgot the most important element until about now: all work and no play. And during summer, that is not how I roll.

Another thing: swallowing anxiety in return for fake confidence is harder than it seems, people. I'm probably going to turn into some kind of train after repeating the "I think I can" mantra so many times in my head. I mean, why do I continue to work myself up over something I'm pretty sure that I'm capable of? 

Heck, worse comes to worst, I get fired. Welcome to my life; always think of the bad consequences of anything to stress me out. What is new.

Hope someone (preferably my roommate when I get there) slaps me and puts me back in my place. Otherwise, these next eight days will be...well, AWFUL.

I think I can, I think I can.

I know I can.