A Peek Through my Sketchbook

I think an artist is someone who can make people feel emotional by experiencing their work {not necessarily art}. Any sort of emotion, it's all relative. Being an artist is certainly one of the best things to be. 

A Peek Through my Sketchbook:

{all drawings by yours truly}

coffee stains are the bane of my existence

 

 

she's missing an eye... don't question it

 

 

 

 

 

 

And there you have it! If a couple of these look familiar, I get all of my inspiration from Pinterest. Duplication is one of the best ways to learn. :)

xo

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There are stars in my eyes

and galaxies in my mind

Wires in my bones

and feathers in my brain

Lies in my mouth

and mold in my heart

xo

madi

5 Things to Always Remember

 

Five things to always remember:

1. Everybody is going through something. 

2. There's a difference between kindness and being a push over.

3. You always have a choice.

4. Let simple silly things make you giddy with happiness.

5. You are important, you are loved, and the world wouldn't be the same without you. <3

xo

Madi

Lets Talk: Modesty!

I think I'm going to start this new little series called 'Lets Talk.' It's not going to be published on a certain schedule, but only when the time strikes me to rant. It's called Lets Talk because I want to have discussions on y'all too about what you think on the matter, so always feel free to leave a comment. :)

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Modesty has been a big issue recently in my church youthgroup. The basic rules are: no tanktops and no shorts under five inches short. It's because the church doesn't want the guys looking at the girls and lusting, basically. To start off with, you always have a choice. About everything, but I'm talking about sin here. Nobody can make you sin, thanks to the free will God gave us. Nobody can make you look at a girl and lust over her body, no matter what she's wearing. It's a choice you're actively making. 

Second, putting the responsibility of your sin on somebody else is never ok. Making girls wear certain clothing is only teaching guys to justify their sin. Like ''it's okay I'm looking at her and sexualizing her because her shorts are 3.5 inches long.'' 

Now, look at the sentence above and the one below:

''It's okay I raped her because she was dressed a certain way.''

It's victim blaming both ways. Both sentences are fruit from the same tree.

Don't teach your girls to dress a certain way, teach the boys to control themselves. 

Third, it's insulting to both parties. It's insulting to girls because it's pinning somebody elses sin on them, and making them objects, not humans. It's insulting to the boys because it suggest they're not smart or strong enough to control themselves on their own. It's suggesting they're basically animals, not humans.

Fourth, a person can objectify you no matter what you're wearing. Booty shorts or a burka, it doesn't matter. So you might as well wear your 3.5 inch shorts, because it's pretty darn hot out. 

XO,

MADI

please leave a comment on your opinion, but be nice and respectful to everybody :)

Hello.

*awkward hello agains for the win*

Sorry I left you. But now that I'm mostly free of commitment {yay summer} I dearly hope we can get to know each other again. Let me introduce myself:

My name is Madeline, but I'm chill with Madi or Madz.

I'm fourteen and three months young.

My hair is currently long and brown/blond ombre, but I'm craving a short lavender pixie cut.

I adore makeup and books.

My current fav music is anything on the Christina Perri Pandora Radio, but always Ed Sheeren's X. 

I have a Christmas tree up in my room year round and I'm not ashamed.

Peach herbal tea is my jam and I'm rocking it. 

Summer is my favorite season but skinnies and oversize sweaters are always welcome.

I get all of my photos from pinterest unless they have my watermark. ;)

Leave a comment below; say hello and tell me about yourself! :)

Clean Slate

I'm trying to remember how to breathe,

I'm trying, oh so hard, to remember how to see the world again without holding onto your hand.

I'm trying to taste, to feel, and to explore without every single thing reminding me of you.

Because it wasn't worth it, to hold onto your love.

Nothing was worth it after tear filled nights, holes in the wall, and my body stained with bruises. 

I've washed away all the memories--terrified nights, hiding in the closet--along with summer days filled with our laughter.

The good and the bad, I've washed it all away from my clean slate.

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Please bare with me as I figure all this blog stuff out. :)

{Also, a huge thank you to Emily from Twenty-One Designs for giving my blog a fresh look. Isn't it lovely?}

The New Blog

I am pleased to introduce:

the new blog

also,

A Beautiful Blur

And so our adventure ends, my friends. The new blog is a work in progress design wise, so please bear with me. I'm going to at least try to design it myself before turning it into a hot mess and handing it over to a more experienced blogger. ;)

There is a follow button, is if you would like to stay updated about my goings on and what not I'd love it if you followed. Please don't feel obliged to.

This blog is going to be kept up for reference and if you'd ever like to run through it feel free. 

{There is one last non update-y post coming up, so be on the lookout. I hope it'll be a good one.}

-Madeline