Last day of the year, last day before
brush your hair
make piles and
Cross your fingers for
Change. Or maybe, for things to
Remain. Make resolutions of empty
fill it with your love.
squint your eyes tight and think:
this will be the one -
A year of love and happiness
Content living and extravagant fun.
A year filled with passion and no,
Not one that flies by.
Cheers to the New Year!
We all have our reservations.
Draw that line thick on your eyes
And call it a perfect day
Happy New Year!
Can't help but be melancholy!
But I'm happy to have an entire new year waiting.
Off to NYC I go to spend way too much imaginary money that I'll have to work to make back.
Credit Lina Scheynius
if you're reading this drop a comment! not that it'll stop my excessive rampage of postings, but it'd be nice still.
who was it that said all we want in life is to be loved?
how i felt (and still feel about them somewhat) is how i feel about these looks:
hate grey winter days, but love wearing grey in the winter.
PS is it grEy, or grAy?
credit la garconne lookbook, jak & jill, unknown
What's labor day anyway? Now that's how to do winter white.
What are your opinions?
I especially love the gray knit gloves. :)
Do you ever get the feeling you're not meant to be where you are?
It's a pretty unsettling feeling I think, feeling wrongly, or unjustly settled.
Because it's not that i don't feel settled, I do feel settled... comfortable - I know my routine. I love the people I surround myself with. And that's nice. But most of the time, especially after I've gotten comfortable with a certain way of doing things, with a set of things I've been surrounding myself with, I have this odd feeling that I need to do something drastic soon if I want to make myself truly happy. And that... well, that is scary, no? Especially since I've just come back from an entire 4 months in South America. I went there thinking it would open my eyes to where I want to be. But it just didn't. I learned and lived differently and I met beautiful people and saw incredible things. But here I am, 4 months later, wondering the same things as before.
I try to narrow it down:
For one, I need to move somewhere with mild winters. Bare legs in the cool winter sunlight??
Haha, kidding. But aren't these pictures lovely? Cold weather-bearers, don't they break your heart?
BUT back to the issue. The weather is fine. Suburbia is cloistered. My car can take me places but I'm still tied to everyone. It's not that I want to caste off my loved ones and go off somewhere on a journey. Well, maybe I'd love to go off somewhere on a journey. (Didn't I just come back from one of them?)
This is the clincher .. since when did having people you love become a burden to enjoying life, or at least going after what might make you enjoy it more, live it to the extreme, pursue something extraordinary? What a horrible thing, right? It's like this: I want to go somewhere and be surrounded by electric people. I want to be in a place that buzzes with inspiration and newness and life and, well, I haven't gotten there yet. I love the parks, I love my summer afternoons spent lazing in backyards. I love my slow mornings and I love ending nights-out on couches giggling with friends. But it's like I have this itching sensation that I can do more,
just not here,
What am I looking for?
What are you looking for?
I'm accepting requests/suggestions.
credits knight cat, the vintage society, amlul, theskullset
what i'd want to look like in the fairytale version of my life... plus a little more eyeliner.
Au Revoir Simone as photographed by Inma Varandela and Flora Hanitijo
credit refinery 29 style & people section
Jack Kerouac, On The Road
The wine had gone. She had drunk her fill. The light that before danced in the streets now sat quietly on the windowsill. She buttons her coat: one, two, three, four. Missed one – Five. It’s cold as hell out and she doesn’t want the wind to make her departure even more painful.
Maybe I am getting old. Like he said inside. When you get old, the cold becomes more brutal to bear.But it’s cold enough to see your breath, and there’s a stillness in your chest. No words through the check, the cab, the cabaret. It’s much too cold to talk of cooler things yet. Wait until another bottle is gone in the warm light of the apartment, the radiator mediating the icy silence of leaving things behind and giving up on new plans. A hum to distract and delay a life rushing and rapping and waiting outside, on the doorstep.
photo credit the wonderful Lina Scheynius
Just ordered this for my apartment.
This website is pretty cool -- 20x200: A Jen Beckman Project
"As we see it, there are a lot of people out there who want to sell their art and a lot of people who'd like to buy it. They just have a hard time finding each other. The internet is the perfect place to bring those people together, and we're exactly the right people to make it happen."
Downright inspiring. And rather pragmatic too.
This man kills me, in the best of ways.
Devastatingly beautiful, understated, moody.
Do yourself a favor and devote the time to listen to these songs and stop doing everything else. Some music just begs for focus, or at least an attentive ear. CRANK UP THE VOLUME! and i promise, they grow on you. More and more and more each time you listen.
Artist: Bon Iver
Album: For Emma, Forever Ago
I like it, it's a habit, its a trademark. Last night, a guy friend of mine said, lovingly, "You're looking dark and deranged." And it's the eyeliner, I'm sure. And without doubt, it's often messy on pillowcases and troublesome during tearey-eyed movies. But I think it fits me.
I see photos of girls looking so lovely and fresh faced.
What's a girl to do?
Pile it on, homegirls. If that's what makes you happy :)
My favorites: MAC Pearlglide and Powerpoint. Ze best of ze best.
Credit garance doré, dirtydirtydancing, amlul
oh the glory when you ran outside,
with your shirt tucked in and your shoes
Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day
Hello fair readers
Sorry for the lacking formal welcome.
The About Me section about sums it up, at least as this blog is concerned. Expect lots of pictures and photos and music and musings and ramblings and randomness, all hopefully tied together in a nice little neat bow of inspiration and loveliness.
SO from me, I hope we become something more. I am a creative writing major, so a little warning, some posts may be free writes and thus a bit, hm... um, wonky. please comment if you're dropping by! or don't, whateva.
credit artwork by benjamin bergmann