Life and Love.

At work these last two day's we have been writing our bio's for the zine, and discussing things that make us who we are. I think its weird how little we know about those around us, those we go to school with, work with, etc. We know the bare minimum: their name, age, sometimes we know their favorite colors. But we never really know what make's them who they are, unless we are incredibly close. After thinking about these things at work I've decided I wanted to blog all about myself, discussing what makes me Karizma. I found these cool in-depth questions on tumblr that I will answer along with some other topics I want to touch on. Lets get started. Put your music on shuffle and name the first 6 songs that pop up; - Take yours & I'll take mine (acoustic) by Matthew Mole - Where's your heart gone by Golden Youth - As we are now by Saint Raymond - Coffins by Misterwives - All the pretty girls by Kaleo - Temporary Love by The Brinks If you could meet any...

I am bookstores & Christmas lights.  I come from vanilla candles & Starwars marathons. I hear Indie/Folk music playing as I detox and journal. I see my friends & I sitting on the roof staring at stars. I want no more name calling, empty promises and fake apologies. I pretend to be confident but in reality I'm incredibly self conscious. I feel unappreciated and devalued when people put me down and don't support me. I touch my phone when I'm nervous, constantly locking and unlocking it. I worry about anything and everything; from how people view me & if they approve, to what will I wear to work tomorrow. I cry when I get frustrated & when I feel sad. I am tired of the hatred going on in the world around us.  I understand those who don't feel important to others & feel judged for being different. I say sorry too much & forgive those who don't deserve it. I dream about adventuring, my future filled with my future children & s...

Some people say they have little bubbles which is their comfort zone, I would think of my comfort zone as a secluded fort with walls built around it. Inside of my comfort zone consists of my friends, my favorite books and my favorite Christmas lights. It sounds super cozy and lovely, and all though it may be super rad I will never reach the goals I've set for myself inside of this area.    I decided that my sophomore year I wanted to work on being less awkward, so I signed up for this drama emphasis english/social studies class. First day of school comes around I am a nervous wreck the night before, I stayed up all night thinking of every moment of the following day; what I would wear, I practiced introducing myself "Hello, My name is Karizma Houze" (I practiced this over and over again). I double checked my back pack probably a good 10 times, reorganized my binder, studied my schedule. The morning comes and I'm so anxious, I was stressing over stress before there...

From a young age we have these expectations & norms forced upon us; it begins when we first enter the world our nursery's are painted colors for certain genders. Pink for girls, everything frilly and barbies. Blue for boys, sports, "macho" toys like G.I Joe and action figures. We are placed in these little boxes and God forbid we be expressive, unique human beings. Let girls play with G.I Joe's. Let boys play dress up, let girls play football, let boys take ballet without calling them weird.       Phrases get thrown around all the time "Act like a lady" for women and "Toughen up"  for men. What exactly does it mean to act like a lady? Lady's are expected to; be polite, timid, obedient & submissive to the men, know's how to cook. She should be fragile, lovely, graceful, classy, vulnerable, emotional (kind, motherly, empathetic). She shouldn't be revealing but be a tease at the same time. She is supposed to remain pure and innoc...