It’s All a Mess . . || feat. Jack’s Surf

It’s all a mess . . . the hair (but really, the messier the better amiright?), the bed (except for mine because Nana makes me make it every day), the words (ain’t that the truth), the heart (my poor little ticker), L I F E. Gosh life is exhausting sometimes; infuriating, complicated, wonderful, a headache-and-a-half, full of belly laughter, full of tears, and abso-freakin-lutely beautiful.

I think I’m seriously, kinda, sorta, maybe starting to get the hang of this whole, “I am and will never be right about my life . . . ever” thingy-ma-jig. Cue up that belly laughter right about here. It’s comical how we think we know what’s best for us. 9 outta 10 times I’m wrong I can tell you that. So do yourself a favor, and in the words of Kendrick Lamar . . . “sit down. be humble.” **drop the mic**

So how do we cope with the messiness? I was talking to a friend the other day about journaling, and why we journal. Do you journal? I do! I love it, and highly recommend trying it out. Although it’s super messy sometimes; sparatic thoughts, song lyrics, and the casual 8 page write-up because a chet ton had happened in my life and I forgot to actually write it down **palm to face**, it’s the good kind of messy. The kind of messy that you’re able to look back on, and laugh at yourself. You flip a few 15 pages back and read write-ups that you wrote when you were so down in the dumps about a dumb boy (boy byeeee), and couldn’t take it anymore (supes dramatic). Now you read it, roll your eyes, and BAM look at how far you’ve come! Girl you are grown! Please tell me I’m not the only one . . . just make me feel better and agree regardless. K, cool.

Sometimes all we need is a little room to breathe to clear the mess a bit. What does that look like for you? Where do you find your breathing room? Mine usually involves a beach, or a rooftop at sunset, Bon Iver toones playing, my journal close by, and putting all my thoughts on paper. My Mum (yup, there she is again, with all her wisdom) always taught me to, “write it down”. In a fight with a friend? Write it down. Listening to a sermon in church? Write it down. Need to tell a boy how you feel? GIRL. write. it. down. The feelings we feel, the tears that fall from our eyes, the laughter that erupts from our lips is not for nothing. Feel, let them fall, laugh so hard you get a belly ache *these are my favorite*, fall so hard into your mess. You might even fall in love with that little mess of yours. Remember that you can’t feel the love without a little bit of pain, and the sun wouldn’t matter without the rain. Take time out of your crazy beautiful messy life to de-clutter. Oh! and stay stoked . . . refer to photo below.   treat yo self



White Crop Top :: Jack’s Surf (in-store only) . . . SO worth it **major heart eyes to this simple yet adorable little piece**

Volcom Sun Spell Pant :: Jack’s Surf

Wide Brim Straw Hat :: Brixton

Chloe Mini Choker :: Gorjana

Super Star Necklace :: Gorjana


Billabong Stoked White Tank :: Jack’s Surf

Denim Button Down Dress :: Element

Bandana Headband :: Anthropologie

Alphabet Bracelet :: Gorjana

Shimmer Bar Bracelet :: Gorjana

// stay golden

xx bree + makenzie

Photos by :: Sydney Noelle

Write-up by :: Makenzie

Styling by :: Birds


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