Velvet Villain

dress: free people |  raincoat: disturbia  |  bra: asos  |  phone case: urban outfitters

dress: free people |  raincoat: disturbia  |  bra: asos  |  phone case: urban outfitters

Forgive my absence, but I've spent the past month and a half in another world. I'm figuring things out, even when the only out I figure is down.

There are things I want to share, others I'd like to capture, more still I yearn to preserve. In the bustle, I find myself settling for stowing observations in my iPhone. This with a promise that during eventual recollection, the thoughts will transfer to you. Soon.

Biding my time till the weekend, when I can seek comfort in immortality.

I miss you.

There is much love I've yet to give. Thank you for staying with me.

I long to make it worth your while.

Space Summer

dress: free people  |  choker: dollskill  |  backpack: disturbia  |  thigh highs: free people  |  boots: free people

dress: free people  |  choker: dollskill  |  backpack: disturbia  |  thigh highs: free people  |  boots: free people

Time must not exist where space buns are concerned, because another spring, another summer has come and nearly gone. I find myself dreaming of autumn (although, who am I kidding, I do that before summer has a chance to set in). Time passing will never fail to stun me, to sadden me, to make me more nostalgic than anyone should have to be within a single moment. And right now is no exception. There's nowhere I'm really going with this. I'm just awed. Shrinking in awe mingled with apprehension before a ruthless deity with power to move anything on this planet that can be moved, and everything that cannot. I try my best to live in the moment, but inevitably wake up to a thousand moments past.

Attic Academy

jacket: n/a  |  faux fur coat: disturbia  |  bag: urban outfitters  |  skirt: free people  |  boots: free people  |  alien ring: disturbia

jacket: n/a  |  faux fur coat: disturbia  |  bag: urban outfitters  |  skirt: free people  |  boots: free people  |  alien ring: disturbia

Lydia Deetz goes to college. I only wish I could see her. She's past the days of lurking in attics, fraternizing with spirits, but her style hasn't changed. She takes well to the mathematical sublime, such as found in curves that cut a good staircase...has no problem finding the best ones on campus. There she hovers on her breaks, on steps that are not just steps to her, but a limbo of sorts: the space between blocks of time, levels of land. Lydia drinks her coffee black and doodles exquisite corpses over her notebooks. University opened her mind to her own dynamic nature, so she dyes her hair white as a reminder to embrace light. I only wish I could see her.