A/W 2014 Aus: Wants (needs)
A/W 2014 Aus: Wants (needs)
Uni Blues
- Always wear exquisite dresses and if I have to wear the nursing uniform at some point make sure I have on point makeup.
- Brogues and booties must adorn the tootsies at all time.
- Red/Plum/Berry/Coral lips, without exception.
- Gorgeous notebooks with lovely handwriting.
- & a non beauty goal: actually make friends this time around.
Future, Series 1: Dreaming
One year later: An (unnecessary) update.
It has been one entire year since I posted, minus the one I posted a few hours ago, so here goes a quick update.
I am still in love, still at home, waiting to see if I get accepted into my third University course
(no, its nothing to be celebrated, I didn’t even complete a semester of the two I did prior) and that is about it. I could say that 2013 was
an uneventful year from which I completed nothing, but that would be a lie. I learnt a lot and as cliche as it sounds, I grew a lot as a person.
So here is to an adventures and awesome year, and hopefully I remember to document it.
Summer Party Goals
winter wish list
heavenly unoriginal
A big, black “fog”
There is this nasty little thing, something so putrid it is often and most commonly seem as something beautiful and magical, called falling in love with someone.
In these past few months, I fell in love. I fell hard and fast. Prior to this accident, I never understood why they called it ‘falling in love’, I mean, whats so great about falling? The answer is nothing. Don’t get me wrong, being in love with someone is phenomenal- being able to read someone, know what they’re thinking and feeling just by watching a singular breath escape their perfectly shaped and coloured lips. When that moment is achieved, its mesmerising. However, the journey towards that oasis is treacherous. I think, when you’re falling in love with someone, you begin to forget who you are as a person, you begin to adapt their idiosyncrasies into your own persona, you cannot read books, watch television shows or breath properly. They slowly seep into your life and before you know it they are a deep, thick fog that has blinded you.
I saw the fog coming, at first I was intrigued by it, but when it hit I was scared. I felt trapped, I realised that I had lost part of myself and now more then ever, I wanted that part back.
I’m still searching for that part, I miss it. But now, I’m happy being in love. Its not easy, especially for a spiteful person like myself- this shall all be explained in another post.