Posts from October 2015


October 22, 2015

“if the literal sense makes good sense, seek no other sense lest you come up with nonsense.” // old adage

the rope that’s tied to what’s left of my patience has, as of late, been worn down to a thread.

i’ve got very little time for beating around the bush or talking a lot and having very little to say. i’m not even interested in working things out in the abstract. if your game is to be oblique, i’m going to sit out playing this round because all i want is the obvious.

if you hadn’t noticed i’m opting out of being tried – because i’m all full-up with thoughts, questions gone unanswered, and directions i’m not rather sure of. oh yeah – i’ve been just a gas.

so, don’t ask me to unwind any more riddles as i’m bound to either snap or get tangled all up in it. instead, i’d rather you knock me over with your point, be as literal as possible – and perhaps just this once, i’ll quit being so verbose and get to the point – and i’ll be as clear as day.





➝ source : booty ring via nora kogan

➝ source : elena votsi eros 18 karat two-finger ruby arrow ring via net a porter

➝ source : ps enamel pins via proenza schouler

➝ source : lips piercing ring via delfina delettrez

“the tired sunsets and the tired people – it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.” // c. bukowski

there’s absolutely no way i’m going to be able to catch up at this point, after a decade or two at being a certified grown-up – i’ve given up on sleep and instead, have resigned myself to weathering through this life in a perpetual state of low-grade sleepiness.

my sluggishness is due, in part, to the fact that apparently there are not enough hours in the day (hello, mum-speak!), and – because there aren’t enough hours in the day – i’m never done doing the things i’ve got to get done. so instead of finding the time to get a few more winks in, those have been replaced by whatever it is that’ll make me look awake as opposed to, you know, feeling it.



rougebunnyrouge strivectin

➝ source : brilliance illuminating face polish via doll face

➝ source : living luminizer via rms beauty

➝ source : eyes wide open brightening liner duo via rouge bunny rouge

➝ source : instant revitalizing mask via strivectin

the tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in their way.” // w. blake

though delving deeply into dreams of the woods – the lush, leafy views, the somehow-comforting crinkly tissue-paper sound of dry leaves underfoot – and then, more than anything – the colours – the viridian hues up on high on leaves in trees, the verdant paths – they go on for miles like a sea of pine coloured jewels.

it’s a nice picture i paint in my mind – but yeah, i don’t wanna go.

the thought of it is stunning, absolutely. the reality? i’m way too easily spooked to set up camp and i don’t own anything approximating a hiking boot. i’d rather just think of verdant forests – and then, pick up a few pieces of the olivine to add to my wardrobe.


avanttoi delpozo kenzo

➝ source : oversized coat via sacai

➝ source : avant toi t-shirt via farfetch

➝ source : panelled a-line mini skirt via delpozo

➝ source : textured sweater dress via kenzo


October 20, 2015

“the sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.” // ovid

i make good use of my hands.

i’m not delicate, precious or careful with them – they do the brunt of the heavy work from day to day, and for that i don’t begrudge the sturdy grasp they afford me.

they hold little-girl hands, open jars, type more words a day than spoken, cook dinners, get burned, scraped – cuticles peel and knuckles occasionally split once the weather cools. it’s all good – they do hard work and i repay them in the occasional pale blue manicure, (it’s usually onyx or midnight blue), and before bed i haphazardly apply some moisturizer and hope they’ll not show more wear in the morning. they’re boyish, fleshy and small – and i don’t mind a bit.

if i had a whisper of a lament – it’s only because the sweetest of rings, those that are most delicate – the smallest of bands and shiny bits of coloured glass; they’re just not for me, no matter how lovely they are…

satomikawakita scosha stvdiobrooklyn wwake

➝ source : diamond bridge ring via satomi kawakita

➝ source : bolt ring with diamonds via scosha

➝ source : fancy anni ring via stvdio brooklyn

➝ source : three-step ring via wwake

“elegance is innate. it has nothing to do with being well dressed. elegance is refusal.” // d. vreeland

whenever i’m invited to a fête, a do, a shindig or even a happening – i am struck by two things: a bit of giddiness to still be invited to anything where people expect to have a good time, and then – a palpable fear about what i’m going to wear.

though i’m rather staunch in my feelings on one’s appearance – and the do-what-you-want-ness of it all; i tend to get a bit wobbly in my steadfast notions that one can have their own version of what is acceptable, suitable and appropriate. i would like to look like some approximation of one, or all three of those adjectives – but then because i won’t get height with a heel, i shy away from colour – and am rather decked out only in that i take my occasional jewels out as opposed to my everyday tat and line both upper AND lower lash lines – i question whether my views are skewed.

and then i get to where i’m going and realize – everyone’s had the same thought – the only difference being is that their versions of what’s what is lined up to who they are – and we’re all just hanging for dear life to that do-what-you-want-ness of it all.


bibelot token x aweebit x louise kragh x petrol 2pearl ring




➝ source : 24/7 waterline eye pencil via urban decay

➝ source : louise kragh double pearl ring via bibelot & token

➝ source : alex perry flared textured dress via farfetch

➝ source : elyse shoes via stella mccartney

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