As the water filled my mouth it couldn't wash the echos out.

Haven't had much to say as late (or perhaps more accurately no time to say it). I do however, have a tumblr if anyone is remotely interested in the kind of things I post. After all, every time I open my mouth I give too much of myself away.

http://vivaxhate.tumblr.com/

DISAPPEAR HERE.

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

RIP to my favourite author of all time. I think I just died a little too.

Disappear here.

Thinspo if I've ever seen some.

She has no idea the part she plays.

one of my dad's favourite movies, and certainly one of mine. The insane speed, the close calls, the beautiful streets of Paris-all remind me of him. And all are heart-stopping-like I imagine the driver's a la finale.



Ps. If you're looking for a little fun (or potential reasons to never conduirez au paris) try counting the number of red lights that were run.

PPS. (not PSS!) Henry Holland mock stock tights in the mail aux mon dieux!

I want your horror, I want your design.

l'enfer, c'est les autres

I need to stop treating my blog like my own personal post-secret-or at least learn to be much more subtle. Anyway, I completly adore this christopher kane t-shirt (because his ss10 line really needs more people blogging about it) A nice little accessory for my misanthropic personality. I imagine enough of you would contribute funds to buy this for me-if only to see me in a bit of colour...here's hoping.

Where there's smoke...

One of my favourite things as of late is coming home, cooking, having some wine, and turning up some music. Also, i've been meaning to eat vegan more often-especially at home where it's so much easier to control. My friend ross has a blog with vegan recipes-which I really must admit-all seem really delicious. If any of you try them out (Michelle, this is mostly directed at you!) let me know how they turn out! Tonight I made his pasta primavera (pictured above) and it was really great, something with flavors I wouldn't normally make for myself.

http://veganeatsblog.com/

we both matter, don't we?

I have to get up for school in less than 3 1/2 hours.
image take from lelove.

You wanna hear about the deal i'm making?

Spent too much money today, as usual. Favourite item acquired today from army surplus. Oh, and a pair of sale equestrian boots i'd been waiting on-They're tied. Haven't felt like myself in the last few days. Getting myself into something bad, I think. Only one way we'll find out...

I don't know what patience is.

I really need to break this habbit of wearing just tights, and a large boxy tent shirt-type of thing as a dress. I'm not saying i'm going to-I have realistic new years resolutions (like every movie I see in theaters to have vampires in it. You heard (read) me-So far I have been successful.) Anyway, I'm not saying i'm going to-just that I should.

seventy-five.

Happy Birthday Baby.

Lust conquers all.

Oh my fucking god themost amazing YSL heels of my life are on sale at colette. Hey guys, I need to borrow $ 419.74!

EDIT: I can't stop thinking about these shoes. Seriously-they've been on my mind all day. THEY WILL LOOK GREAT WITH THE JIMMY CHOO STUDDED BELT I JUST BOUGHT! I've thought it all through! IT ISN'T FAIR. I'M ONLY 5'2". SHOES LIKE THIS SHOULD BE GIVEN AT DISCOUNT RATES FOR PEOPLE IN MY SITUATION. FUCKING MODELS TOWERING OVER ME IN FLATS-YOU DON'T DESERVE THESE! Blind people need seeing eye dogs, I need these shoes-it's only fair. That's totally the same thing...right?

Glaciers have melted to the sea, I wish the tide would take me over.

I can't decide what colour I'd like. I'm leaning towards silver-but the black is tempting. Thoughts?!

I'll never talk again.

Freddie Mercury, thank you for this.

With my hands up, you got me.

Because great things come in threes:

A little more Chanel, please.


Take THAT Alexander Wang! Got this bad boy for only ten fucking dollars. And to think I almost dropped $700 at the king w. Holt Renfrew pop-up store...


Some great bracelets I got from XXI (I rarely buy anything from there-good find!) They're satisfy me until I can afford a Hermés collier de chien cuff for myself. (Which at $6000 will be...jamais)


PS. Can't $top li$tening to this great remix of a certain guilty plea$ure of mine.

post-reflexive.

So this is the giant mirror that I've acquired for my apartment. I'm narcissistic and self involved-what can I say? It needs to be mounted to the wall somehow-anyone I know with tools and the knowledge to hang this bad boy safely against my impermeable concrete walls please let me know! And I must place emphasis on safely as I really cannot afford an additional seven years of bad luck. I also have come to the conclusion the west wall of my apartment that is between my bed and kitchen needs to be exposed brick. Fingers crossed the mail comes today!

There's no where to go but down.

I can’t believe what you said to me last night when we were alone. You threw your hands up, baby you gave up, you gave up. I can’t believe how you looked at me, with your James Dean glossy eyes and your cigarette stained lies. Could we fix you if you broke? And is your drunk line just a joke? I’ll never talk again, Oh boy you’ve left me speechless. I can’t believe how you slurred at me with your half wired broken jaw. You popped my heart seams, oh my bubble dreams. I can’t believe how you looked at me, with your Johnnie Walker eyes. He’s gonna get you and after he’s through, there’s gonna be no love left to rye. And I know that it’s complicated, but I’m a loser in love. So baby raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends. I’ll never talk again. Oh boy you’ve left me speechless-I’ll never love again. Oh friend you’ve left me speechless.

And after all the drinks and bars that we’ve been to would you give it all up? Could I give it all up for you?
And after all the boys and girls that we’ve been through would you give it all up? Could you give it all up? If I promise to you boy that I’ll never talk again, and I’ll never love again. I’ll never write a song, won’t even sing along. I’ll never love again.

Here's to Twentyten: Whiskey, Heartbreak, and Lady GaGa