27 August 2014

19 August 2014

MIKE MIKE



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14 August 2014

12 August 2014

BISH BASH BOSH

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top.zara// skirt.vintage// shoes.urban outfitters//


Who doesn't want to wear a fabulous woven top that completely obstructs and flattens your royal breastess? I bought this top in the Zara sale. I just wandered in and found this gem. It's divine. It's always a bit of a struggle getting into boxy tops like these because of my thunder biceps, and sailor-pirate broad shoulders - but I managed to do it (not without ripping some seams though mwaha). Either way I like it, it's so surprising how much it goes with everything in my wardrobe. I paired it with an old tote bag, some Urban Outfitters sandals and a vintage suede skirt. Nice and easy. Bish, bash, bosh. I thought I'd raise a thought, I completely don't dress to any shape, or what's supposed to be flattering. I looked like a straight lego block that day, but I felt good, I loved all the pieces I was wearing and I went on with my day. I swear it's not everyday 'accentuate your curves', 'show off that waistline' or 'bring out your figure'. Sometimes, it's do whatever the hell you want, girl!

Sincerely, your block-shaped girlfriend.

*kisses*

9 August 2014

What is your biggest fear?



Everyone's frontin'. We must all have that fear, right? Of being lonely. We enjoy being alone, but being lonely is a whole 'nother ballpark. I am twenty-one. Twenty-two in December. I seem to be afraid for what is coming next. The chore to fall in love with someone and care for and love them is a daunting task that I can't become acquainted with. God, I'm scared as hell. But these are the golden years [by the way, I hate hate hate that phrase, but whatever.], right? The years where I ought to find someone, at my peak, and settle down and escape the curse of the independent single successful woman. It seems like a weird sentence to most people. The idea that of a woman being in her mid thirties, single and successful almost translates into something negative... The complete opposite for a man. I have a sneaking suspicion that the only reason why most of us are scared of growing up past our twenties is because, for so long, we've been sold this concept that the passion, love and excitement of life is only in a single, tiny span of our lives. That if I am blessed to live until my late 80s, the only significant part of life are my 20s. 


I call bull.