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I’ve still not been able to sit down and write new content for my blog. I feel awful about this, but it’s just such a different space, and my mind is having a major writers block. That’s why I decided for today’s post I’d upload another one of my vlogs. In this vlog you can see me get ready, aka; do my make up. I thought it could be nice to show on my blog seeing I also talk about beauty related stuff on here. So if you want to see me get ready, then watch my vlog!




I’m not really into poetry, to be honest. Never was. Maybe someday I’ll learn to appreciate it a bit more. But for now, only one poem has really stuck with me. It is called ”Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas. It’s a poem that get’s recited in the book Matched (see this post, if you want to learn more about the book) and that’s where I first learned about it. Cassia’s grandfather gave her this poem before her death and over the course of the book, Cassia learns what this poem meant and internalized it. It discussed the message of needing to stand up for yourself and others, the need to fight for your dreams, to “not go gently” and to “rage against the dying light.” The poem takes on almost a life of its own, an extra character in the story. It is also recited a few times in the movie Interstellar.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I think it’s very beautiful, and it gives me strength whenever I’m feeling down, or unsure. It encourages me to do my own thing, and not let anyone else tell me wat to do. To keep going no matter what. This is how I interpret the ”Do not go gentle” part of the poem. Not doing it the expected way. Not doing it the way everyone else thinks you should. Not living life by anyone else’s rules, but your own. Choosing your own path isn’t the easy way. It probably isn’t what most people expect, or what society expects.

Do you love poetry, and what are some of your favorite poems? Let me know in the comments. Also, what do you think of this poem by Dylan Thomas? How do you interpret it?



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Hello everyone! Now that I’ve been in America for a while, I thought it might be fun to show you a few of the pictures I’ve shot so far. I know I’m very inactive on my blog lately, and I’m so so so sorry for that!! I just had to get in the flow of things. I felt like I didn’t have time to even skype with my family and friends, let alone sit down and write on my blog. Now that everything has settled a little, I thought it would be te perfect time to update my blog. So here we go!!


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