Here's a little peek into my life over the last two weeks - post returning from a much needed visit to my family in Michigan.
Tomorrow, I'm leaving for Spain. Be sure to follow along on my instagram!
For now here's some links to shop some cute spring pieces, can't wait to show you what I'll be wearing in Spain!
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isla top by house of harlow
red skirt by house of harlow
rolling stones tee by madeworn
rouge fleur dress by Réalisation Par
the alexandra dusty blue dress by Réalisation Par
My heart is ready for spring. I'm craving pastels and sheer layers.
Last week, I purchased this gorgeous sheer teal dress from Revolve, designed by Michael Costello. I belted it to get a more ruffled layered look.
My jacket is from Free People, and I'm absolutely obsessed with it. It's like something a Berlin-based Penny Lane would wear. You can get the jacket here.
I'm excited to style it with some other looks - like bellbottoms.
Have a great Wednesday babes!
xx
Queer queen committed beyond circumstance to a life of novels, lust and champagne. The incessant need for learning, always filling her head with books. Everything from John Milton, C.S. Lewis, to the Tao Te Ching and back again.
She remembered her life alongside the books she was reading at the time. Each personal memory taking place alongside a less personal novel.
This is how she organized her life, her moments, her lovers. Nothing could stop her from pressing forward, and each word read remembered alongside a feeling, a place, or a taste. Avocados and the Bhagavad Gita, black coffee and Walden, almond crossiants and C.S. Lewis. Everything was romantic and nothing hurt.
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lingerie by Agent Provocateur
lynn long kimono by alice + olivia
It's been wild, and it's been more than I've asked for.
Everything fell apart the moment I knew I wanted you. My story didn't make sense anymore. All the lies I told myself to dilute the lightness of being failed to appease.
I was in my body again, and it was as heavy as the ships at the bottom of the sea.
I run from romance like this. Too broken to find meaning in a new encounter.
But here we are, you are my muse and I am your lover. Two hearts merged into one dream. I wake with visions of you; they drive my art, passions, and hard work. Floating between our shared bed and the workings of the world.
Sometimes our time spent together doesn't feel real, it's just fuel for the passion that real life requires. The dedication of day in and day out. The ability to follow through, sleeping with a sound mind and light heart.
I am always in a state of longing, perhaps I believe it is better to romanticize than to let go completely.
xx
Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. All those late nights dreaming about everything and doing nothing.
New York's moving on you. Pulled into cityscapes and lost in the light reflecting off South Hudson.
When you're all alone, you play guitar and get paint all over your fingernails. It's midnight and you're raw. Just you and all those things left hidden under the mask of strength you wear all day.
Feelings pour from your fingers onto the strings and canvas. It's all so real and raw and beautiful.
But you leave it in the heat of the night. New York requires a soul too strong to carry that around all the time.
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