yearning to get out

I want a cottage with lots of windows that are square eyes in the wall, but not so many that leaving the house and locking up becomes tedious to the point that I will not bother to leave at all in fear that leaving one lock undone will result in my returning home to a home that is no longer mine. I want lots of couches - a low one with good back support for reading with a footstool to match, and one for afternoon naps which has just the right amount of squish, and one that can be easily vacuumed when I leave my Dorito crumbs all around me after a good Gilmore marathon. I have always been really into secret compartments, storage areas that don't look like storage areas at all and secret staircases hidden behind bookshelves Narnia-style. I like ledges below windows that are cushioned like the one in Friends where Rachel sits and looks out at the rain while the radio plays "With or Without You". I'm a fan of holes in walls that are like a ready-made shelf to showcase a fraction of your life. I would really like a place that is all white with high ceilings and a staircase in the middle of the lounge that leads up to a loft like an indoor balcony. I wish I could be minimalistic and settle for the "less is more" mentality but I always want more, even if it makes me sick, "Would you like to upgrade to a Venti?" YESSSS. I really like collecting mugs.

i have foundation on my shirt

"We can tell what is important in our life not by what we get out of it but by what we are willing to give up for it." -MM


".. if we are willing to risk a new way of living, to abandon the paralysis of analysis and make our commitment an unconditional one."

Like most things in life, easier said than done.

Photos by my beloved Chuster.

i refuse to be a virgo

I would like a herd of black leather pillows at home, please. And this girl with me at all times!


Lovisa ring, Jupiter ring, Issey Miyake "Vue" watch, leopard print tag necklace.


Espresso gelato and darlings of mine.

what is applewood, anyway?

So it may not be the most celebrated way of thinking in the 21st Century, what with the need to consider and respect and empathise, but I can't shake the belief that any way other than my way is incorrect. This may sound insanely selfish and narcissistic, but I'm sure everyone feels this way some time or other (Exhibit A - my self-assessed ability to assume the thoughts of over six billion people at any given time). Now don't get me wrong, I could not care less about the lives that strangers lead, but it's the impact of their irritating habits on me which I am left with, that makes my head go insane, like a dog chasing its own tail except that it's not a tail but a bomb which will inevitably explode and shower you with pus and sewer water.

So yes, to the person talking into their phone like a walkie talkie, you do look like an asshole, and no, it doesn't make things any clearer does it, because you still repeated your sentence more times than I could roll my eyes. And no, to the couple wearing matching black caps, T-shirts (presumably with some vomit-inducing barely-English phrase), white knee-length shorts and Crocs, you shouldn't be let through customs. To those people who stand unnecessarily close to you, with zero sense of perception and always a bad smell lingering about them, are you serious? And then there are the people. There are two kinds, and I really don't know which is worse. The ones who try to love what you love the way you love it, and always fall short by simply not having the capacity to appreciate it properly or overcompensating by trying to outdo you and make it their reason for life. Or the ones who couldn't care less; and they're the ones who you wish would, just once.

I think I'll leave my list of dislikes for another day (I've been compiling a list in my head and it's gotten longer than the Pacific Highway).