Previously I have reflected on the perfected personal style of Jasmine Dowling, as well as my fangirling habits. But now I want her job ( / life ). One thing you should all know about me in advance - for some reason, I have an innate dream of living the freelance life and it's been… Continue reading find your dream :: jasmine dowling.
I need to give my brain a moment to dump its current thoughts and swirlings down unknown portals and rabbit holes. All I dream of right now is getting out of the city, in a van ( with built-in bed, preferably of the Kombi variety ), driving along the coast with no phone reception. No… Continue reading right here, right now.
In the last few weeks I've started giving my daily outfits little names, just to add to the creativity and encourage some lesser-worn combinations. Outfits of note have included : - 'Sexy working mom' ( which has to be said with an American twang, or it just doesn't work ) - a jeans and print… Continue reading model musings :: nini nebieridze.
I give myself decision fatigue every morning as I consider which amazing cafe to visit for my darling coffee. Options are a real struggle. First I have to make the decision of going to one of my two loyals and favourites ( although I can hardly call myself loyal can I, when I am frequently… Continue reading the sustainers :: limb.
All the recent life changes proved to me, once again, that I am a novice at being alone, and particularly eating lunch alone. I've experienced high school fears later in life than the designated time. I promise it's not because no one likes me - hopefully - but I've gone from a workplace of numerous… Continue reading how to :: handle lonely lunchtimes.
I'm not sure why, but initially I attempted to hate Miss Margot so bad. I tried to think of her as an awful person, or a whore of sorts, because someone who looks that damn good literally all of the time cannot also be nice or funny or personable. But life just isn't fair, because… Continue reading musings :: margot robbie.
Every morning when I go to the gym ( every morning is a loosely held term right here, but #goals ) my bag is quite literally filled to the brim with outfit and face things. Like, it's a real struggle to close. And that's without including the required towel or skipping rope at times. The… Continue reading italian for a day 2.0.