{"id":6790,"date":"2019-11-13T09:13:03","date_gmt":"2019-11-13T15:13:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=6790"},"modified":"2019-11-13T09:13:03","modified_gmt":"2019-11-13T15:13:03","slug":"black-my-comfort-color","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/11\/13\/black-my-comfort-color\/","title":{"rendered":"black- my comfort color"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If I had to wear one color for the rest of my life, it would with out a doubt be black. I have black everything: shoes, pants, shirts, jackets, hoodies, socks, hats, and any other item of clothing I didn&#8217;t mention. You can call me &#8220;emo&#8221; (which is really duMb because just because I like black doesn&#8217;t mean I live that life style. tbh I just really hate the whole stereotypical emo thing), but really, I just love the color black a whole lot. Some may comment that it&#8217;s depressing- the fact that almost everything I own is black. But I don&#8217;t find it depressing, to me it&#8217;s comforting. I never have to worry about my outfits not matching.<\/p>\n<p>Growing up, I liked and only wore the typical girly colors. My favorite color was pink until like the 5th grade, then I decided I was too cool for it. I abandoned it and moved onto the darker colors, and I guess that&#8217;s where my love for black began. I started wearing my older sisters clothes that they didn&#8217;t want anymore and all my glittery and sparkly clothes were pushed aside. I&#8217;m so glad it only took me 12 years to discover that there are other colors than hot pink, bright purple, and the other colors I would mix together.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>&#8220;Black\u00a0is the darkest color, the result of the absence or complete absorption of visible light.&#8221;<\/em> -Google.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty cool. The definition of the color its self is so eloquent and graceful. Not only is black a beautiful color, but it has a lot of beautiful symbolism as well. Black is often used to represent death and darkness which sounds really depressing, but I find depressing things especially aesthetic and appealing. Darkness its practically synonymous with the color black, and personally, I don&#8217;t think people give enough credit to it for how much calmness it can bring.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">&#8220;I like black a lot. i really like black. black is my favori<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">te color. it is so nice. it is my favorite feeling. it is all i see when i close my eyes in the blackness of the black night.&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">-poetry\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I wrote that piece with Azya like a month ago and I have to say, its probably my best work yet. I think it really captures the profound fondness of the color black that I have. To conclude this blog post, I would just like to say: black is the best color. Have a nice day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If I had to wear one color for the rest of my life, it would with out a doubt be black. I have black everything: shoes, pants, shirts, jackets, hoodies, socks, hats, and any other item of clothing I didn&#8217;t mention. You can call me &#8220;emo&#8221; (which is really duMb because just because I like &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/11\/13\/black-my-comfort-color\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;black- my comfort color&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":52,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6790"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/52"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6790"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7375,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6790\/revisions\/7375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}