As I’m stuck inside studying for my finals (ahem, procrastinating), while drifting away from the ever exhilarating economy ended up imagining the perfect Sunday. It would be just warm enough to feel cozy in a sweater, laying under blooming trees with Murakami’s The wind up bird chronicle with a basket filled with delicious sushi for when hunger strikes. I find it wonderful how easy being alone without feeling lonely is when you’ve got a good book beside you. What would your perfect Sunday look like?
You bought a star in the sky tonight
Because your life is dark and it needs some light
You named it after me, but I’m not yours to keep
Because you’ll never see, that the stars are free
Oh we don’t own our heavens now
We only own our hell
And if you don’t know that by now
Then you don’t know me that well
For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three
I’ve always been a spring kid. The warm winds, the subtle flower scent that lingers in the air, the gentle sun rays what are just warm enough to keep you from being cold. In spring I also get hopelessly romantic, looking for new people, things or places to fall in love with. It’s a fun game. This year’s spring really made us crave for it, but when it came, surprise surprise, it’s summer.
I’ve always had a thing for embarrassing myself, for as long as I can remember. Now that it’s finally warmer and sunnier there are more and more people on the streets, so much so that I’m considering going with my bike on the street instead of the pedestrian walks due to the non-existent bike lanes in my city, but I’m saving that rant for sometime else. My point is that the more people are around to see me fuck up, the more plain humiliating my fuck up gets. Yesterday, when I wore this outfit, was a brilliant, sunny day, the type of day in which everyone goes out for walks. I was out myself, to meet with a friend and have a stroll in the local Botanical Garden and I was in a hurry when I noticed two gorgeous guys approaching. They were both staring at me (everybody was, I guess the bow was a little too much) and as they passed me by, they smiled. I smiled back, cockily even. Then I slipped, I twisted my ankle and threw myself against the building on my left so as not to fall on my hands and knees before the guys. In that moment I just closed my eyes waited for them to pass me so I could lay down on the ground and wait for it to swallow it together with my shame. My cheeks are burning from embarrassment as I’m typing and I wish I could hide under the blanked and avoid coming out for a while.
Ok, I might be exaggerating a little bit, I mean, there are way worse stuff happening in this world, I know, I know, but I feel terrible about it. Hopefully my fuck up will make you feel better about anything embarrassing you’ve been through today
From my head to my feet! Haha, from how much cake I’ve eaten this Easter, I suppose I am.
Spring is here and I can’t stop myself from taking pictures of the blooming trees. They’re nowhere near as beautiful as Sakura (the Japanese cherry trees) but they’re pretty nonetheless. And the air smells so nice! (unless a truck goes by while you’re gazing at the sky and honks you too, to fix the mood)
I still have a week of holiday, but I won’t have much free time since we will renovate the house so we’re going to move in an apartment for a while. But anyway, it’s an outfit from a few days ago. It was so warm, I didn’t need the coat (realized it too late though).
Lace Shirt thing: Present
As I told you in my last outfit post, I’ve dyed the tips of my hair red and it looks awesome (I think :”D) Even dad likes it, who’s usually against any type of fake-ness, even make-up.
Flowers! I feel so bad for people with hay fever, spring must be hell.
Thank you for reading! Have a nice day <3