darling baby here's my gift to you: my heart and my soul. i wouldn't just give that away.

effortless chic

i saw this spread a while ago but came across them again at fashiongonerogue... can't believe it's from vogue paris 2006!?

ZEE LOOK OF ZEE DAY!

source: stockholmstreetstyle

just had an amazing chief sesh with the roomie and bestie, mich... zoot. i shouldn't be saying this stuff on the internet... one day (and that day is coming real soon), i'm going to have to make my facebook private. wait, i think that is already private. made my photos private too.... but i mean, one day, i'm going to have to make my twitter private. make this blog private. i don't want to go into the working world... scratch that, i don't want to work for a place (i.e. corporate, cubicled out environment) that's going to take away my freedom of speech. i know i'm being extreme right now, but all these thoughts are springing up out of nowhere and i can't stop talking.

i love this. always.

anyway, just ran into the above pic and couldn't stop staring at the girl's outfit. looks way too perfect right now... i wish i could rock it.

scratch that.

i can rock it.

ha...

this is what i live for.

j'aime (many) silver rings worn at once, hot pink suede pumps, every picture i've ever posted on this blog, being in love, and last but not least... my city. nothing like living in LA.

nothing to do. so here's the look of the day:

anja rubik at the chloé show in paris

listening to james fauntleroy's "bed time."

i'm spent.

maybe it's my manly tendencies?

but why do i love all these bro-ish commercials? my love for beer commercials (especially the old ones with the dos equis guy who only had an awkward moment cause he wanted to) hasn't died. but these new old spice commercials are HILARIOUS. need to post these for my own frame of reference... aka i can look back several weeks/months/years from now and laugh.

perf.

it's hard to find something that's ideal, something that just blows your expectations away. i want an ideal life, an ideal appearance, but i don't look for the ideal in anything else. ideal boyfriends? who cares. ideal love? what is an ideal love?

we work when our thoughts collide. our overactive, chaotic minds work well together. sometimes we'll be sitting in front of each other not saying much, but at those times, aren't the simple "i love you"'s just so adequate?! i didn't know until now how important it was for two people to share the same passion for things. how could our musical taste be so alike? fashion?

the one who reads men's vogue while i devour all the magazines i enjoy next to him.

and (all forms of) ART? DESIGN? TRAVEL? ANYTHING CULTURAL? MORE LOVE? MORE FOOD? (no more food for me, please...) throw it all at us. we embrace with open arms.

"i know life is unfair, but this is fucking ridiculous."

it's not even my birthday today.

and i'm sitting here thinking of all the stuff i want! ugh... it feels like i haven't gone shopping in forever. i want some nice new pieces in my closet... where's my suga mama? just kidding. where can i find a leprechaun who can lead me to a pot of gold?

i want a sheer-ish top i can pair with a pretty colorful bra.

i can't pull off beanies, but i want to try.

the above alexander wang items are too precious...

you know what i need to do!? two things: go on a strict diet/lose weight AND get a job that pays me BANK.

i'm drowning in you. i like it so much.

first time in my life i wake up and legit scream my head off because i have NOTHING to wear. i need money and a lot of it... stat. or someone (mom?) needs to take me on a shopping spree. i need cloooooothes. i long for clothes... i long to feel new clothes against my skin. smell the scent of new clothes fresh out of the shopping bag. the feeling of RIPPING off a tag and thinking that you've conquered something... THIS NEW SHIT IS MINE!!! type of thing.

a glimpse into our bbm's...

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