“it is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.”//
it’s been months since i felt like when i finished something, that there wasn’t anything waiting, just in some hazy middle-distance, waiting on me to get to it – and to make it snappy.
there’s been this constant run of hurdles, these dangling participles, of when one thing gets crossed off, there’s just one more thing, one more wafer-thin mint of a headache to parse.
it’s all right. it’s not a whinge, it’s a statement of fact. and once more unto the breach, i’ll muddle through. i’d just rather do it with a pretty little flounce, a formidable end – following behind me.
➝ source : intarsia sweater via kenzo
➝ source : crepe & satin wrap skirt via marni
➝ source : medium tassel shopper via proenza schouler