:)

sizzzzle.

on the other side.

I am one of the most cynical romantics ever.

It's all so dreamy and sweet, I'm getting a tooth ache just from watching them.

Spring is near and love is probably in the air for many.

CIRCA '07.

Sarah: Wow, so many teachers are pregnant. It's spring, yeah?

Me: What are you trying to say, that it's mating season?

fyi.

I miss summer.

Want to wear shorts again.

the void.

Dani: I got paid today, there is so much money in my account. Dangerous.

Me: Let's go buy pretty things.

Andi: Stop buying stuff. Save money, you don't need all that 'stuff'.

Dani: But will make me happy Andi?

Me: What will fill our empty lives?

D&M: Damn you, your boyfriend and your fulfilling relationship.

i wonder if the things that remind me of you remind you of me.

I can't get enough of this photo.

To a T.

"Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever."

- Jeffrey Eugenides.

whimsical.

Kate Moss by Ryan McGinley

opening ceremony fall/winter 2010 lookbook.

Still can't get over how good this whole collection is. Gimmme!

what the shit?!

Is that Merry the hobbit from LTTR making out with Megan Fox?!

He sure has come a long way from the Shire...

I am guilty of enjoying this song and clip even though it sexed up domestic abuse.

I particularly enjoy Eminem angrily rapping away in a corn field...

books are humanity in print.

'Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living' - Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)

I used to be a massive book worm. The librarian at school and I were on first name terms (not really, but we should have been) and she totally let me borrow more books at a time than was allowed re: library policies.

Then something happened and i stopped reading. I suppose I was stressed in the last two years of high school and I didn't want to read more than was required.

Luckily, I found the beauty of reading again in uni and am hungrily devouring as many books as I can.

Although you learn from your own life experiences and mistakes, I think there is only so much you can learn from that one life you are given.

As mozzarella cheesy as this may sound, I learn so much from reading - all the experiences, lessons, knowledge and quotes of others that I come across from reading, I often take to heart and learn from it. All the things I'm unable to learn from all the lives I'm unable to live.

Maybe I'm just really young and impressionable, but I find that books are also never short of inspirations.

But it is probably rarer than the pink amazonian dolphin to find someone who has read On the Road and was not fuelled and infected by wanderlust.

It's also a freaking amazing way to escape reality i.e. re-reading Harry Potter twice a year, every exam period of each semester (still waiting for my letter from Hogwarts).

Reading really should be one of the daily to-dos for everyone, even if it's just to improve on grammar and spelling. Because everyone knows that good grammar and spelling are hot. And you'll get sexual action (refer to quote below).

'If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them' - John Waters

I'm very very close to finishing reading Naked Lunch. In saying all this, I'm actually not quite sure what I've learnt from this book. Maybe just that William S. Burroughs was really a troubled (and gifted) writer and heroin is B.A.D. baaad (don't care how good your veins are).

This book/movie is so disturbing. It's like the love child of a violent and perverted 3 way between Trainspotting, Choke and American Psycho.

esmeralda.

Ever since I heard this song on the Wildfox Witchcraft video lookbook,

I have been slightly (unhealthily) obsessed.

The song is so freaking sexy and seductive.

It also reminds me of dancing gypsies who will not surrender their tears to Borat.

breathless.

chloe fall 2010.

Featuring my eternal girl crush Frida Gustavsson.

I would do bad things if it meant I could own this whole collection!

And yes, I would wear those velvet trackies and enjoy it...

oui oui!

I have started saying 'no' more than I say 'yes'.

I don't know why. I'm going through a quarter-life-crisis and instead of being reckless like those amidst a midlife-crisis, I'm going the opposite direction.

I guess I feel as though I need to be more realistic, responsible and practical (no savings, last semester of a hopeless degree, getting oooooold).

I miss being called a 'scattered hedonist' and liking it.

I need to start saying 'yes' again... everyone should say 'yes' more and not lose youthful idealism.

Because in the words of Achilles, you will never be lovelier than you are now. You will never be here again.

blue blood.

Once in a while, I come across a photo that I can't stop looking at.

This photo isn't particularly 'artistic' yet managed to capture my undivided attention for a full five minutes (my attention span has been decreasing annually...) and also be thought provoking.

It really fascinates and frightens me at the same time, the magnitude of what humans are capable of... while it's extraordinary, it brings me to attention, that going against nature can be hazardous too, which is all too obvious given the global warming situation... but let's leave that topic for another day (I will bring vegan brownies and we can discuss the Green's policies).