yawn, tears of boredom

it's difficult to type while my cat is licking my fingertips
today i got soaked in the rain and my hair went curly
three carrots consumed in six hours
my life is kind of boring
someone, take me away

the present now will later be past

december is nearly here
i've been counting down the days

i'll turn seventeen
christmas and hannukah will both pass me by (secularism, robbing kids of presents since holyoake)
the new year will begin
the summer will come
it's going to be A Time, i think.
i don't know if i'm ready


bus - the radio dept

she was lola in slacks

light of my life, fire of my loins
i don't know how i do this but this little beauty has earnt a place in my heart
it was love at first sight
the leather felt soft and supple beneath my fingertips
the pockets, practical
i felt like with this bag,
i could do anything.


it's marc by marc jacobs, "aggie", in inky blue
and when i saw it at incu matilda had to physically pull me away from it.
the price tag was around the $600 mark,
my mind is still trying to find a way to rationalise
that's not too bad, right?


right?

learning to hold my tongue

nathan coley, here




possibility - lykke li

if you're lost you can look and you will find me

time after time - cyndi lauper

from the sky

from the ground - heather woods broderick

new beach house

this is a little different to their previous stuff,
but it's still swirling and dreamy and cloudy
i am quite a fan

norway - beach house