What happens when bloggers are best friends

they have random photo shoots, on lazy Saturday's

My ensemble: floral dress from vintage boutique 'blush', paired with brown fringe shoes, and my beloved urban outfitters sling.
Young Damsel's ensemble: pink top from forever 21, a vintage dooney and bourke purse (which im totally obsessed with), and my electric blue lovers <3 div="">


Current Aspiration:

To become a complete NON CONFORMIST
i'm probably just reading too much Emerson :)


sorry for not updating so often! my mind has simply been somewhere else. i promise next week i will have a well-thought out post

photo credit: dripbook


electric blue lovers

a steve madden buy :) 
they will def catch some attention for tonight
please excuse my really pale skin right now =/

listen to Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel


Love yourself-be reckless

Have you ever had the experience of love.. Lustful love to be exact? The kind that makes you anxiety prone, a sudden insomniac, a complete melodramatic, and a helpless romantic. I haven’t really had the pleasure..that complete loss of control. I pride myself, most days, as a level headed individual. However, there have been a few days-accumulating throughout the years, when I wish I was reckless. Reckless in the sense that I don’t have to care about others’ opinions/judgments, and worry about future repercussions. Reckless in the sense that I value my feelings first and follow my heart's "crush".
So many wars, plays, revolutions, riots, and novels have been based on this feeling of love. As a simple observer, I can say that a person simply seems completely out of their body when they gaze into the eyes of their significant other. Into the “other” that clandestinely became a whole. Sometimes, love reaches a point that make “I” s turn into “We”s. There is no more other, the person now joins their lover and makes a unit. This phenomenon is what inspires the masterminds of these very wars, plays, revolutions, etc. It completely defies the laws of science. What was once two, suddenly becomes one. It must be nice to allow an"other" into one's life, enabling inner daemons to temporarily hide. The daemons that leave one feeling insecure, lonely, that force one to be “level-headed” instead of reckless.
The daemons that cause you to nitpick at every flaw, so that maybe, just maybe, you’ll be good enough. Good enough to relish a morsel of this phenomenon,generally referred to as love.

photo credit: le-love and dripbook



Happy mothers day! here are some photos of ma mère, even though at times i cant stand her, i will always love her <3
Nellie Victoire:
im leaving in a few minutes to my aunts house. my mom has 6 sisters, so we're celebrating huge.

P.S. i still have to show you photos of the amazing experience i had at the KOL concert! next post i swear. four words: my life is complete.


LISTEN TO: "Things are what you make of them" by Bishop Allen

RIGHT NOW! no explanations, just DO IT, and your world will change :)



ugh, so i guess you can say im pretty bummed since i didn't get the summer job i was hoping for :( and what really sucks is that i actually thought i had a chance. stupid me. doesn't working at american apparel, $8 an hour, and getting discounts just sound absolutely rad? well it did to me. i just have to remember that everything happens for a reason... the trippy sounds of jimi hendrix is working fabulous for my 'coping' stage. oo and these photos made me laugh:

MOTTO OF THE DAY: when shit happens in your life, forget about it and move on.