Wore my hair straight the past week after not touching it with heat for over a year! It was nice, but my natural hair combined with the heat/humidity fought through it. It was nice to feel my hair down my back but honestly it’s better not running around worrying about water messing up my hair.
I feel just about ready to go on a summer picnic! Straw bags are my favorite next to novelty bags, i’m very picky with purses. I love the cherry + gingham motif. Larme-kei has really inspired me the past few months and I’m hoping to build a small section in my wardrobe for it.
Also I was always wondering how those 50s/60s models got such tiny waists with smooth lines and it finally came to me: shapewear! I got a couple pieces and man does it class up a garment. Not long ago I also bought a corset and am hoping to tightlace down to 22inches. Sounds crazy right? There’s a lot of misconception about corsets, I plan on writing more about it.
we taped a map above my bed labeled all the places we will go. marked it up in ballpoint pen, forging roads and pathways we’d travel someday. i cradled japan delicately in one hand
and fit the curve of chile in the other: curled like a question mark, curled like your smile. wondering where does the pacific become the atlantic? you said silly, they’re in love, that’s
what it’s like. when you touch someone so often you sometimes forget where you end and they begin. and this i knew to be true. i’m forests and you’re oceans but i developed a taste for the saltwater
that thrums in your veins. your heart is a seashell and when i held it up to my ear i could hear the echoes. can hear them still, the ocean song is not one to forget:
the water humming its secrets into the shore. but waves are wonderfully fickle, woefully fickle. you dreamed of sandstorms and tsunamis to cup in your palms,
one-way roads and windswept hair and headlights forging a way into the dark. while you dreamed of a roadmap to everywhere i dreamed of a roadmap to you. and darling
last january you visited. you held me with your arctic eyes and said i never knew tectonic plates could hurt this much. i said oceans split up pangaea, you know. you nodded,
slid your fingertips across china and slipped your thumb in the hollow of the mediterranean sea, between italy and libya. a key into a lock, filling the spaces. you whispered these used to fit together, once.
No idea what the fuck a “Dierks Bentley” is, but it sounds like a half-man/half-car and God said Adam and Girl Groups™ not Adam and Mufflers!!! So get your ass to iTunes and #BUY727ONITUNES bc I refuse to see my queens disrespected in this way and I BEST BE SEEING THEM ON TOP OF THE BILLBOARD 200 NEXT WEEK!!!