wildstylemama

[wildstylemama]

For the love of bass

[wildstylemama]

I am still so fuckin' hyped about this. bassnectarofficial

[wildstylemama]

I kind of just want to see how far this will get but who is going to Red Rocks for Bassnectar?

[wildstylemama]

Fuckin' basscakes.

[wildstylemama]

Bassnectar calls out big name DJs that have lost the love for the music. I’m so glad he did this and I think all of us should take a second to realize what we are being fed by the Big Room DJs. In my opinion, I don’t appreciate artists that are involved only for the money. Lets get back to the love, the passion, the experimentation. 

*UPDATED*

[wildstylemama]

Bassnectar

[wildstylemama]

|Bassnectdeer|

[wildstylemama]

After three months this beauty is finished, and I am in love with the end result.

@bassnectarofficial

[wildstylemama]

Cuteness overload <3

[wildstylemama]

Ella's new favorite thing :)

[wildstylemama]

Oh ya know just jammin' out at the gym.

[wildstylemama]

When Amorphous Music tweets a picture of your baby, ahhhh so happy.

[wildstylemama]

Before I became pregnant, someone told me, “don’t have a baby, babies ruin your body.” It has been over a year since Anabel began her life. This time last year she was a microscopic speck in my stomach, and we were announcing our pregnancy. Between then and now, I have gained and lost fifty pounds. Four months after her birth, and my body still carries proof of her existence. I have dark pools under my eyes. A valley where my belly button once was. Hips with a new amplitude that my teenage self wouldn’t recognize. I have lines mapped across the mountains of stretched skin left over on my midsection. Lightening bolts on my sides proving I once was too small to contain all of the love that filled me. Lines indicating that my daughter once lived inside of me. Do you realize the significance in that? Every limb, finger, toe…her heart, even, developed near the very place my own heart beats inside of my chest. Those mountains of skin are all I have left to prove that we were once one and not two. How can I be ashamed of that? I have so much to say about seeing my grandfather’s eyes embedded into the sockets, and under the brows and lashes of her father’s. I see the seventeen year old boy I fell in love with, and my grandpa as a child all at once every time she looks up at me. She even wears my ears and my chin. The two very things I cursed having the most growing up. Not much makes me feel more beautiful than seeing tiny renditions of those same features on Anabel, and realizing just how special they are. My body grew that. Not everybody has that privilege. Sure my belly is a bit softer nowadays, but the way it moves when I jump up and down sends my girl into fits of giggles. And yeah, my hips are hardly as narrow as they used to be, but they sure know the perfect figure-8 motion to sway her to sleep. My twenty-one year old hair is even beginning to gray, but not much soothes her more than my hair between her tiny fingers. I am not something flawless in the eyes of society, or even close to what I once was physically, but my perfect girl sees me for who I am. To her, I hang the moon. She knows my heart. She knew it long before we met. And she loves me for it. I cannot tell you how much worth and validation I feel because of that truth. My body is only a vessel for my spirit. An incredible vessel. It is strong, well, abled, and undefeated. My body is full of life. My body is powerful. My body made me a mother. If anything, I was ruined by the world before I knew her & she made me whole

(via iminarun)

This is too beautiful.

[wildstylemama]

Why is he so perfect?

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[wildstylemama]

My stash <3 Cloth diapering is the bomb dot com.

[wildstylemama]

Think for yourself and question.