the mountain shirt, fishbone pants, h&m boots & vestI found myself in a crazy rush lately- technically because splitting yourself between two places might be fun and cosmopolitan but nobody ever talks about being homesick wherever you are and never having the pair of pants with you you desire most- and mentally.
I seem to feel like doing nothing other than either being a complete wildfox, wearing lace tops and dancing untill the sun comes up or doing the exact contrast by spending evenings all by myself with cups of peppermint tea and books, searching for unreleased kt tunstall tracks around the net- because I figure those are the best.
I got a lot of question on reading recommendations and I'm working on a list which is harder than I thought as I've been especially drawn to german authors lately which mostly haven't been published anywhere outside germany.
on a more fashion-related note I've been thrilled to receive the awaited wolf shirt which naturally called for nothing but tighttight leather pants. better: PCV. it might be animal friendly but let me tell you I'm in flames after dancing in those bad boys for a minute.
p.s.: when I put those pants on they still had this smell of saturday night to them- talking old smoke, spilled booze and way after midnight dance.
yesss, laundry day tomorrow.
I seem to feel like doing nothing other than either being a complete wildfox, wearing lace tops and dancing untill the sun comes up or doing the exact contrast by spending evenings all by myself with cups of peppermint tea and books, searching for unreleased kt tunstall tracks around the net- because I figure those are the best.
I got a lot of question on reading recommendations and I'm working on a list which is harder than I thought as I've been especially drawn to german authors lately which mostly haven't been published anywhere outside germany.
on a more fashion-related note I've been thrilled to receive the awaited wolf shirt which naturally called for nothing but tighttight leather pants. better: PCV. it might be animal friendly but let me tell you I'm in flames after dancing in those bad boys for a minute.
p.s.: when I put those pants on they still had this smell of saturday night to them- talking old smoke, spilled booze and way after midnight dance.
yesss, laundry day tomorrow.
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