Revived, Merry.
I'm half-threaded.
Fifteen years, six months, ten days. A fleeting waif amidst seemingly monochromatic skies. Intoxicated at best. Take this as my notion to describe a partly-sane image. Perpetuate friendship will embed you facts such as these. But, since we ain't got time.. I'll stroll along with self-proclaimed adjectives, and concoct statements with each step. I live by God and Godsent things-- wholly enclosed with gratitude. And my allegedly-wasteful love for high-end fashion serves as one of those non-seasonal passion. It's not pretend nor smug. It's about the awe-inspiring people, what they make and how they make of it-- the paint-splatter renaissance by Yves Saint Laurent. Nicolas Ghesquiere conflating florals with masculinity. And comes Godsent family love, and the friends that came (and went) who gets me. And my extra-jovial state pre and post football, namely the Blues. The ultimate foursome aside! I am religiously a beat enthusiast. Jazz, salsa-- but oldies reign next to indie/folk (the French!). Because I secretly am smug (but don't tell anyone, I am-- nice) and dreads something upon reflex when is overrated. It's this little world you refuse invitation to strangers. And I'm a semi-child still. I love vague masculinity (on lads, on clothes, on shoes-- yes, shoes) hence don't bring up Chris Martin or James Blunt. Notably, the latter. Because as much of a man the Coldplay frontman is-- it's so.. sissy. I don't know why.. because it is. And because I know there's a band of Blunt haters out there waiting to be united. Hear me! One of the heartfelt things I love about myself (there's some) is my refusal to be an idiot. And to decline my siblings' epiphanies. I'm running out of time. There it is-- a partial insight. I'm not a bore. I swear. And I love to shop at the little boys' department.
[MUSIC] Madeleine Peyroux - Summerwind
And because I'm an almost-nice being, here is Saturday's discovery of old Benetton cobalt tee: here. For Friday night's inhumane act of pavlova-consuming at Delicious: here. Didn't you know I stopped wearing pants? And yes.. it's the Gap for boys button-down/love of my life. A merry Mother's Day to you!
