Inspiration: Looklet

Taking out the gloss and frills, Polyvore is still is basic elementary-grade cut and paste. Tried it a couple of times but found myself bored and wanting more. Stumbled upon Looklet via Chuvaness and now I'm fussing whether the frilly dress looks way overkill with the bow belt and the patent shoes -- which can only mean one thing, I'm hooked. Now doesn't this take you to your paper-doll mania phase?

no walls will be empty if your mind is full

Lately I've been obsessed with anything white. With the recent diy home improvements going on at home, inspirations abound:

I think there's something very endearing about white walls if paired with quirky items

Not only that, this recent fondness has quite extended to wardrobe choices. Unfortunately, I got rid of most of my plain whites last year when I did some massive closet clean-up. Now I'm wishing I held on to some basic few so I wouldn't have to be lusting over these:

The lovely Diane Kruger would love to show you how to wear whites without looking Miami Vice

High school flashback! Keds!

white tank+sleek shirt = chic
oh wait, i have these in my closet

this Chloe dress is love
but i would settle for a decent knock-off

i carry you in my heart

Before you were born I carried you under my heart. From the moment you arrived in this world until the moment I leave it, I will always carry you in my heart.

-- Mandy Harrison

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Listening to:

Massive Attack - Safe from Harm

It's Gonna Be Bright

This morning I took a walk a before the sun crept up and saw the sky in it's various stages of light and beauty.

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Listening to:

Zero 7 - Destiny

love is so short, forgetting is so long

In my little choice of heaven, Neruda came by and offered whisky and sympathy. The whisky didn't help but the sympathy in these lines did.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,

and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.

I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.

How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.

And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.

The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.

My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.

My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.

We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.

My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once

belonged to my kisses.

Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.

Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,

my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,

and this may be the last poem I write for her.

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Listening to:

Calexico - Two Silver Trees