...Said Mary

Music Monday

June 29, 2015

Hello!

To sell things short Alessia Cara is amazing. From when she started on youtube with her insane bedroom covers, to her first single, she has always been amazing and I can’t help but feel proud of her getting the recognition that she so well deserves. Her sound is amazing and I adore her so here is Alessia Cara.

Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood Alessia Cover

The first cover of hers I found

Here - Alessia Cara

Her first single!

Yours, Mary

Honesty I'd rather be somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to some music with a message, and we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan, to take over the planet.

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Perception - Chat #2

June 23, 2015

Hello,

It’s 1:07 am on June 19.

This is Chat #2. Reprise of Chat #1 .

A thought that always comes about at this hour is the idea of comparativeness. Since I really should be sleeping, like my family is doing, I am alone. With solitude comes silence, a thing very easily broken . When you’re alone you become really aware of the sound you make. Usually in the context of dropping something loud or ‘When did all the appliances in this bathroom get so loud?’ Compared to the silence of the dozing house the staple sounds of your existence are giantesque. There’s something about that that is really pretty.

This thought on comparison also is applied to actual living hours as I’ve noticed. Major examples of this are people and insecurities. Insecurities, in my experience feel like these huge things. It feels like if I had noticed this thing, everyone else must have also. They are all hung up over that fact, just as I am, and think less of me because of it. Every single person. I’m speaking grand scale, everyone hates me.

They don’t.

That teeny little imperfection is that creak in the floor at midnight. In the small space we have, our own brainspace, that one thing is the equivalent of a personal tornado siren. But set to scale of what is actually going on in life,the loudness and weight of life and reality, that imperfection is still the creak of the floor. The creak would never actually be noticed, except for by the stillness of night, the stillness of your consciousness. Don’t stress too much about insecurities, you’re fine darling.

Yours, Mary

"The axe forgets; the tree remembers.

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A Roadtrip Montage

April 12, 2015

Let’s set the scene for this blog post. You’re in the car with your family, them lulled to sleep by the movements. You sit comfortably seated and reclined in the shotgun seat, swaddled up in a blanket . In front of you, you can see the light rain grazing the windshield, and hear that rain along with the methodic swish, push, of the windshield wipers. Beyond the windshield, watch miles, and hours worth of cleared roads and fog dusted mountains cradling them. This was the scene driving home from vacation. Personally this scene is the perfect equilibrium of melancholy and gloom to accompany the drive home from a nice vacation, complete with beautiful sights and scenes of a mountain lazily rising for early morning.

Roadtrip Montage from Mainlymary on 8tracks Radio.

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A Pseudo-Spring Walk

April 04, 2015

Hello!

When my sister and I get bored at a time that miraculously coincides with us both feeling creative we go on little photo walks. This time it seemed like it would be pretty nice and warm, definitely a step up from what we had been having lately so we decided to go without jackets. Not smart on my part, but I got some pictures that I liked of this semi-fine day.

the last of the dreaded snow

my siblings ruining my shot

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OOTD 3.2.15

March 02, 2015

Hello Darlings,

Ok let me tell you. I froze today. Not like I was a 'lil chilly but I can hack it. More like I was absolutely certain of frostbite this morning, but I think I'm ok, so this is the outfit that was the catalyst of me half freezing to death on a Monday.