Monday, August 31, 2009

If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it 'til you’re blind?
And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you’re right?

These lyrics sung by The Bright Eyes speak to me. I make my ancient silver iPod mini play this song way too often. I love it.

Monday, August 24, 2009

The Things that go Bump in the Night

There are creatures in your head. They’re feasting on your thought. Like mosquitoes, they fill the holes in with venom. Soon enough the venom takes over and everything hurts. Thoughts you had pushed away come flooding into your consciousness and turn your head into a black cloud. You can’t see through the fog and even with a light, it’s just too dangerous. You’ve got two options here. 1. Sit and wait. Hope that the fog clears and it won’t be so scary anymore. Or option 2. Get up and run into that black cloud. You don’t know where it leads to, but there’s no point sitting around waiting to be saved. It might be dangerous, but there’s a possibility that you might get out.
So, what do you choose?


Monday, August 17, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I'm About to See a Million Things

Hello DYI project. I knew there was a reason as to why I begged my mother to not throw out my old converse shoes.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Boy of my Dreams

Will I ever find you?

Sunday, August 9, 2009

"I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do."
-Romans 7:15

Keeping it Easy

Jak&Jill posted these TopShop shoes that I feel the need to die for. This then sent me on a online TopShop voyage.
This is what I want.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Let Us Drink the Stars

Francoise Hardy

Go Out and Smash It

It was one of those nights out where I knew that half the people at the party would rock up wearing black leather jackets, which meant that I (obviously) had to find an alternative form of outwear. During my usual draining Friday classes, I mentally chose my nights outfit in my head; black shiny tights, vintage oversized white t-shirt with a Russian vodka logo and boots of some kind. That night, I put on my tights and shirt and went to my cupboard to scout out what other coats or jackets I could wear that matched my outfit. Hanging up on the highest railing was this plain black Roxy blazer that my aunty had bought for me years and years ago. I only have one recollection of ever wearing that blazer and the entire time I wore it I spent pulling at my sleeves so the puffy shoulders weren’t so large. So I grabbed my old Roxy piece and chucked it on and examined myself in the mirror and was extremely surprised at how good it looked. Its black and simple yet it can dress up any daggy old t-shirt. I donned my old motorcycle boots and clomped out my door to have a sweet night, looking good and feeling great.