Sincerely, Me.

Good evening, beautiful souls. 

I decided that today I'll tell you a wee bit about myself. 

My name is Whitney (such a common name... I wish it was something like Victory or Serenity...).

I like to consider myself as the glass-half full" type of person.

My favorite accessory is a smile.

I read 24/7... it's my escape. Ever since I was little I have lived in books- mainly fantasy.

I am a farm-kid, hardcore. I live and breathe horses.

I play the guitar, piano (barely), and the throat. 

I am dramatic! My friends say I was destined for Hollywood (this makes me happy).

Some say I'm spontaneous, psycospasticawesome, and flavorful. I say I'm weird.

I have the best friends in the whole-wide-world and I love them to death.

My ultimate passion is Jesus Christ, He is my Savior and my best-friend. I live to worship and glorify Him.

My Utopia would be a mash-up of Narnia, Ellesmera, Hogwarts, Neverland, the Shire, and America 1950. 

I have a phobia of toads.

My record-player in my room is forever one of my dearest possessions.

My music taste is so bipolar that I confuse even Pandora.  

I love drawing.

I sing... all the time... I think it annoys some people, but I do it so much I don't even realize I'm singing.

I can't spell. (Thanks God for spell-check)

I love to laugh. Some say I laugh too much, but I don't think that's feasible. 

I adore coffee and tea. I might consume more coffee and tea then water.

I'm athletically retarded.

My room is for dancing, actually, pretty much any room I'm in is for dancing. 

I'm bad at dancing, ergo, that last post is embarrassing. 

I love photography.

If someone asked me to describe my daily life in three words they would be "That was awkward".

I have a red chair from 1970 that I'm infatuated with.

I wear lots of sweaters.

I have not a sister, but I have many brothers. 

I want to travel.

My bucket list is a secret.

I spend too much time in my own world. 

I am a speech geek.

Someone should take me to Africa, right now.

My taste buds all seem to be imported from Italy.

I wish I had an accent. Sometimes I walk around talking like a Brit, just cause it's more fun.

and finally:

My socks don't match.

Tia: My Kindred-Spaz.

I had a photo shoot with one of my best-friends today. She's a gorgeous girl: inside and out. I think we had more fun messing around than anything else.


I titled this post "kindred spaz" because that is what we are. We are very similar... and it is not a wise thing for us to be by ourselves. I, frankly, think that we are hilarious and belong on our own TV show. We would make prime-time without a doubt! Enjoy:

GORGEOUS.

SPAZZZ

You just really needs to stop being so pretty.

It's disgusting. 

I had such a fun time. You make my life.

Love, Whitney.

The Beauty in Death

I know what you are expecting! What morbid thing is she about to write about??? The Beauty in Death??? What? But alas, I am not writing about death of humans or how you can see the light and the happiness in the darkest situations. I am talking about the glorious natural beauty of a tree that has no life- It's life was taken from it. This tree is a stump. I was walking along this sunny afternoon and noticed this stump and I thought it was really interesting. There is beauty in everything if you open your eyes.

The detail...

The light dives in and out of the bark. To me the bark is like a mini world with mountains and valleys.