I love these terrible, unfocused pictures of us laughing. These are always the best.
Because I haven’t posted anything in forever. Hai, Tumblr.
If only my boyfriend and I were Swedish
and cute. Ha.
Had a shoot with Tasha Hunt of Aren’t You Just Dandy?
Tasha has an unconventional yet amazing sense of style. She doesn’t dress like the typical University student, she doesn’t post pictures of Young Hollywood as style icons, and that’s what makes her blog so interesting. If you expect more from fashion blogs than simply reblogging pretty pictures from other fashion blogs, I suggest you click the link. If you enjoy reading smart commentary about fashion and aesthetics as a whole, then hover over to the right-hand corner of your screen and click ‘follow’.
I’ll be sharing more pictures (coloured ones, I promise) from the shoot in the next couple of days. For now, good night!
"You know the message you’re sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You’re telling the world, ‘I give up. I can’t compete in normal society. I’m miserable, so I might as well be comfortable." Jerry Seinfeld
Way to make me feel spectacular about going to bed, Jerry. Now I’m going to dream about surrendering to anti-RH bill advocates, being miserable because I’m surrendering to anti-RH bill advocates, all while wearing a thong. Because nothing is more uncomfortable (and stupid) than paying Victoria’s Secret for a lace wedgie.
Nightmares, Jerry Seinfeld, night-freaking-mares. All because of my super comfy sweatpants?
Good night, Tumblrfolks!
Have you noticed time coast by? It wasn’t like this last year. The summers were warm and filled with roasted marshmallows and man-made lakes. The school days were tedious and blank and longed for days that were miles away. I made myself believe I loved someone else, and that I was beginning to like someone new. But they all made it worse. But no torture matched what I inflicted upon myself. This adolescent anxiety that burned through my fists. And so the year turned into a new one and we all looked different but we all felt the same. And you were the same stranger that walked through doors and made us all smile, unknowingly. And there was someone else. And another. But no one quite like you. I refused and I fought and I lost more than I expected, but you were still there. So one night it all changed. The magazines on the coffee table and the liquor were our witnesses. And since then, nothing has been quite the same. Time stretches itself into 180 days and though I am scared of your sudden outburst of words, your aggressiveness towards narrow trees, our stark oppositeness. I am safe because of your hands encompassing mine, your voice always uttering what is right, and our stark oppositeness.
I wrote this in my Livejournal almost two years ago. It was about you.