I hate the question “are you ok?” I hate it with a burning passion. If I fell down a flight of stairs or just had my heart broken you can ask me if I’m ok and I won’t look at you any less, but if you just assume I’m not ok and then you ask me, god better be on your side.
So you somehow presume that something is wrong because you purposefully ask me, “are yo ok?” I feel like if you have to ask that question then you already know the answer. It’s pointless. There’s nothing to gain from it and it’ll only get me more angry. I look annoyed? It’s probably because I am. You ask the question knowing that I will answer, “yes, I’m fine” There’s no point at all to asking. It’ll always be covered up with a nice and sweet answer and it’ll leave both of us feeling blank. Next time you feel it necessary to ask me if I’m ok, make sure that there are legitimate reasons why I shouldn’t be feeling “ok” and then proceed to ask. Chances are, if I’m just out of it, I won’t be in my normal smily face, so don’t just assume the world is falling apart, I could just be annoyed?
It makes sense, right? it’s not too hard? I feel like today I will reach my breaking point so much sooner than I ever should. The caffeine gods will only get me there quicker but I can’t stop but drinking my tea.
Till tomorrow, hopefully.
My bed doesn’t feel like home anymore. I don’t get that comfort that I used to.
I’ve been back home for only 3 days and it doesn’t feel the same. I don’t feel at “home”. Everything is still the same, the same people are still around me, but I’ve grown too much since the last time I was here. I’ve grown somewhere else, but even that new place I can’t call home.
I spend the majority of my time at school. I have a little apartment with a little room and I live there and do everything there. As much as I’m living there, I’m not alive. I’m stuck in a routine and it’s the same thing over and over again. I’m too overwhelmed with everything. I think that I’ve finally started to comprehend my own independence. I don’t feel at home when I’m home and I definitely don’t feel at home when I am at my own place. I’m stuck in a limbo. I don’t know exactly where to go or what to do and I’m not really keeping myself open for new ideas either.
Until the new year hits, I’m taking time off. From everything. Personal development and all the works. I think it’s time that I give that a try.
The point of photography is to capture a moment of time, an emotion. For that one second everything you feel shows itself on the paper. Lia Saile captures this beautifully, and the fact that it’s on a Polaroid, well there’s some irony in that.
conversations at 2am seem to turn into Madonna facts instead.
I just asked if we’re having a late lunch and this is what I got. Thank you.
It’s the holidays and while you’re all wondering what you should get me Valet has an amazing gift guide that you should all follow. To make it even more clear though, I’ll list a few of my favorites.
Wool Camp Socks from Billy Reid.
warm and soft, I also need a pair of boots that would match.
Minion Custom Bike by Autum.
a) it’ll help me get from point a to point b all whilst looking good. b) they look great. now while they may be on the more expensive side, I think i surely deserve at least one.
Shawl Collar Cardigan from J.Crew
anything JCrew is amazing, really. I’ll rest my argument there.
Disciple Wallet from Barrett Alley
just look at it and tell me you’re not in love. See? good.
Retro iPod Radio from Crosley
because it looks good and I really need something for my bedside. Since I can’t add a person to the list, this will have to do for now.
Scratch Off World Map from Urban Outfitters
because we all need a map somewhere in our homes and why not one that shows where you’ve been in the world. By the way, I hope you are all doing the Chloe Sevigny voice in your heads as your read this.
Artist. Architect. Interior Designer, and most importantly, Spaniard.
I need empty walls and an open bank account so I could just fill up my walls. I love the last one. Pop art/abstract-ish, everything is just perfect.
I am sad to say that it is officially that time where I have completely lost my tan from summer. I am no longer that creamy color of persian gold that you all imagine, take me 5 shades whiter and here I am. The change will be difficult but it’s something I have to go through.