Street Lights and Lace

Monday, December 8, 2014


"I remember every metaphor I used for you.
It’s beautiful how quickly I ran out.
It was just so difficult to describe
a forest at the bottom of an ocean on fire.
You were soft,
I was quiet.
I remember every park bench,
every broken sidewalk,
every open sky.
It was so whole.
I remember breathing,
and the lovely amount of effort it required.
I hope you do too.
They say writers remember the important things;
I say they are liars.
I remember you wore a purple flannel
the first time I saw you,
even though it isn’t your favorite color.
I remember that you take your coffee black,
and your tea with plenty of honey.
I remember the way your eyes changed color
based on the weather,
and the way you looked at the sky,
like it was endless.
You were endless.
I remember everything you taught me.
They say writers remember the important things;
I remember you."

Hi, hello. It's been a moment since we've last spoke. I've learned a lot about myself lately: I was built for coffee shops not bars, formals are fun, I have chill people in my life, I think I know what I want to do with my life, consistency is hard, I take too many polaroids, and I love you a lot. I was literally jumping up and down when the package came in the mail! The theme for our sorority's formal was "Red Rose Ball" so naturally, the dresses were supposed to be long-- I kind of feel like I cheated a bit, but it felt like the perfect opportunity to buy this dress I've been swooning over for months! This Forever Love and Lemons dress didn't let me down! It is absolutely flawless, from the delicate lace detailing to the mesh illusion. I'm still stunned by how intricate it's made. I can't wait for another opportunity to wear it out!


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Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Thursday, December 4, 2014


                                                  "
 I was the one you always dreamed of; 
you were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it's nothing to me? 
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.
I'll make the most of all the sadness;
 you'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me,
so you leave me feeling dirty
because you can't understand--
 we're going down,
and you can see it too.
We're going down,
and you know that we're doomed.
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room. 
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Surprisingly, the majority of today's look came from a local thrift store! I found this whimsical lace tiered dress in the costume section. You heard me-- costume! I saw it there and I knew I had a vision for it. I love how edgy this dress looks with the cropped leather jacket and leather sandals. Paired with a gold belt, I felt like I was twirling in some sort of 80's movie!
My blog has a new name and new look officially. You can read all about my reasoning behind the sudden name change here. This is how I want to live-- always moving, constantly improving. I've never been good at sitting still. I thought about waiting for the new year to make some serious changes, but I couldn't do it. Life doesn't wait for anyone and neither should you. Live everyday like it's the new year. I can't wait to share what's in store with you!

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Dress: THRIFTED for like TWO freaking dollars
Jacket: H&M

Out of the Woods

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

She adored the grand size of things in the woods... the feeling of being far away and truly lost-- secluded, really. It was as if the trees were standing guard and nobody could find her. They understood her peculiar need for solitude. They understood her. She found life in the dying leaves and poetry in the ever changing bark of elderly trees; she wandered through the dense forestry until she stumbled upon the millions of dancing fragments of sunlight, broken up like glass, shining as restlessly and elusive as her own heart. She danced with them until they disappeared with the sunset. That's what true sorrow was to her, because each time she had to leave her unfinished fairy-tales carved meticulously into the earth, a bit of her heart stayed behind as well.

Jeggings: American Eagle
 

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