looks of the day. hey.

[images via fashiongonerogue, tfs, and free people]

this too shall pass.

what the hell am i doing in seoul right now? if my life philosophy includes the quote "get away from anything that makes you miserable," why haven't i quit my job? what am i going to do with my future? questions i ask myself every day i wake up and before i go to hell (work). questions i can ponder about for hours and hours and at the end of the day my brain is just filled with a bigass question mark. i wanted to get away so badly, but now all i can think about is home. i thought there might be a chance i could live in another city, that maybe there'd be somewhere better for me than LA.

what's wrong with me?
a) maybe i'm a pussy.
b) maybe i'm just homesick.
c) maybe i'm not ready for the real world.
d) all of the above.

the answer is d and in my eyes, LA is the best city for me.

who doesn't agree?

why does everyone i know who was born and raised in LA love LA so much?

another question that has been asked time and time again: why are all fashionistas and fashion bloggers anorexically skinny? yes, i wish i were that skinny, but why is it that clothes look so good only on girls who are that thin? i'm living in a sad sad world...

and the only way i'm pushing through is because... ?
a) he's here.
b) $$$
c) one year is nothing in our lifetime.
d) all of the above.

and the answer, yet again, is d.

something makes me run from nothing.

kill your ego and open your damn heart. what do we have hearts for anyway?

oh god, mike posner just came up on my itunes. time to click next.

a new discovery goes a long way, by the way. i just found out about the freshest band by the name of aer and these two white boys take music to a whole new level.

something's always off for me when it comes to white boys trying to rap, but aer reminds me of a chillass summer day driving around LA with the windows down smoking a what? think sublime + the cool kids and then you get aer.

hey hazel, i like you.

you really don't realize how amazing something is until it's gone.

no, that doesn't make sense. most things that leave my life are out of my life for a reason. most people who've exited from my life aren't in my life now for a reason. but how about those people who shouldn't have left but did???

i used to have a tutor named doug when i was in middle school/early high school who was such an amicable guy. and he did teach us a lot. i think i was in love with him when i was younger (not that i knew what love was back then and i'm not sure if i even do now) and i always told michelle that i was going to marry a guy like him. i wonder what happened to the only person i've ever met who i could truly call a life mentor...

back. how should i put this... you don't realize how amazing something is until it becomes scarce? and let me tell you... this thing is so amazing that it makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs. screw doug; i would marry this if i could. this thing that i took for granted is now my world. it's what makes me laugh. it's what makes me sleep. it's what awakens me. it's what makes my mind go crazy. it's what makes me realize i need to go buy a notebook after work today.

don't take A N Y T H I N G for granted.

remember how things were in the beginning?

not good at all.


[image via ffffound]

concrete box

i always told myself i wouldn't be one of those types to wake up at the same time every day and walk into an office building where everyone's so proper and i have to watch what i say. get that stick out of your ass, old lady in the corner cubicle.

i just have this feeling that my loved ones and i are meant to do something big.

i want to be rich. i want to be filthy rich. i mean, who doesn't? we all need money, clothes, and hoes... we all want that g6. but money has become less of a priority now. i just know that i have to step into the world of creativity.

peace.

daily inspiration

exquisite.

piercings.

heaven.

dro.

LA, not NYC.


smile, you.

[images via fashiongonerogue and vectroave]

we all need a hank moody in our lives.

"it was one of those moments where i decided... i resolved that i was gonna keep on fighting. i've lost many battles but i've never lost sight of the war. no retreat baby. no surrender."

who i respect most

you creative people who can make shit reality... you're amazing.

you people who get away from what makes you miserable immediately... you have balls.

you people who are so damn passionate about something you won't give up until you get what you want... i want to be like you.

do it.

i never regret what i've done, only what i haven't done.

ah damnit. i wish i could just blog all day every day and get paid bank for it.

i'm back.

that's what's up.