Wednesday, 23 February 2011

what is love

The Definition of Love

FEB. 18, 2011 

You can stop taking quizzes in Cosmo. Here’s what love really is.
Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.
Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.
Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.
Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”
Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.
Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”
Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.
Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.
Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.
Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.
Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.
Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.
When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.
Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.
So, yeah. That’s what love is. Anyone know where to get some?

Monday, 14 February 2011


valentines day is about treating the one you love.
so i treated myself to some new hair :)

Sunday, 13 February 2011

long hair is cool

i hate my hair.
it's short blonde and shit.
naturally a wavy frizzy mess it's not the easiest thing in the world to work with. so like a good 75% of girls my age i wear extensions. but it's got to that time of year where i need a new batch. i'm more blonde now and so my current extensions don't quite match the colour of my hair (perfectionist) and so i'm gonna have to flog out £30 on some new ones. I would much perfer to pay the extra and get them sewn in to my natural hair - however being the lazy girl i am, the time and effort of getting this done is beyond my energy levels.
so this post is just a random pointless selection of images of some beautiful girls with beautiful long hair that i am jealous of, it's as simple as that.

Shoes From Dr.Marten, Blouse From Secondhand, Dress From H&M

Clubcouture Top+Skirt From <A Href=, Bag

Klänning, Armband From Indiska

Thrifted Chiffon Top, +Ruckus Multi Layered Necklace From Http://Ruckusaccessories.Multiply.Com/, Forever 21 Shorts, Michael Kors Bag

Leather Shorts From Thrifted, Sheer Blouse From Vampclothing.Blogspot.Vom, Vamp  Cross Necklace From Vampclothing.Blogspot.Com

Giorgio Brato Leather Jacket, 00044 Black Sweat, Helmut Lang Tee Shirt

Topshop Tee Shirt, Veromoda Fake Leather Trousers, Doc Martens

Sam Edelman Boota, Mulberry Bag


Thursday, 10 February 2011

Naomi Campbell wore this?

Yesterday was quite easily one of the best days of my life!
A photographer friend texted me the day before yesterday asking if I could model last minute for a vintage fashion shoot for a 3rd year fashion styling student, who was creating a vintage clothing 2012 calender to be printed and sold in the vintage clothing store she borrowed all the clothes for the shoot from. (Unfortunatly I don't know the name of this store but I will find out asap!) So I obviously agreed to help out, not that i'm much of a model! But I thought i'd give it my best shot. So I arrived at the shoot and the 3rd year student named Steph & her assistant Lucy  (both absolutely lovely!) introduced themselves and told me that they wanted me to get in the dress before the hair and make-up so not to get any make-up on the dress. Steph then told me the dress is worth £900 and the last person to wear it was Naomi Campbell!! I was like "what?!?! how did the vintage store let you borrow a £900 dress so precious? " "A lot of arse licking" to which she replied. Lol. The dress was gorgeous, black long sleeved bodycon with a woolen like snood neckline which hung low, there were hole patterns going down the dress diagonally across my torso which revealed my pale flesh, but It was lush!
I also wore an £85 pair of shoes and a back vintage playsuit worth £350 which was also stunning!
I will get photos up as soon as I get hold of them and I also get a copy of the finished calender! Which I will also put up once I have it :) Steph thinks I will be Miss November or one of the other winter months, as it's a very dark look. Ahh can't wait to see the finished product!

My hair looked like this

And Lips This red

Friday, 4 February 2011

                     You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
                             She loved before she may love again.
                      But if she loves you now, what else matters?
                                She's not perfect, you aren't either,
                and the two of you may never be perfect together
        but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice,
                 and admit to being human and making mistakes,
                   hold onto her and give her the most you can.
                           She may not be thinking about you
          every second of the day, but she will give you a part of
                       her that she knows you can break her heart.
                  So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze 
                           and don't expect more than she can give.
                             Smile when she maked you happy,
                    let her know when she makes you mad,
                        and miss her when she's not there. - Bob Marley

beautiful eyes