Does it always feel like nothing's changed at all?

Skirt: Primark SS/2012 shirt: BDG @ Urban Outfitters Belt:Vintage

                                                                   15th March 2013

I'm a big believer in fashion. I don't proclaim myself to be 'stylish' of 'fashion forward'. My lovely brother says I look like I've been blind folded and dragged backwards through a charity shop, but I don't really mind. My wardrobe is a fairly even split of Topshop, Urban Outfitters, Primark and Vintage. I'm naturally ginger, which I guess is a blessing and a curse. I hate the fact I can't wear certain colours; red makes me look like a postbox, orange makes me look like an autumn leaf, and yellow just looks plain ridiculous. However, I'm well aware that some people dye their hair to achieve a colour similar to the one that I was born with and I like playing around with it. I've dip dyed the ends, and I've made it more ginger in the past, but for now I'm settling for what my mumma gave me.

I love shoes, I'm 5 foot 10/11 but own some of the most stupid heels known to man; in particular a pair of Kurt Gieger studded heels which I have worn twice since purchasing them because I feel like I look like a rugby player called Steve in drag when i wear them, despite them being beautiful. I live in uggs, converse or vans, but I can't resist a good brogue or a heeled chelsea boot. I can usually be found  in jeans and jeggings, but will squeal over a lace dress or pearl beaded jumper. I possess some of the most HORRENDOUS cardigans you will ever see, inherited from vintage shops, my mother and my late grandmother. But it's one of those things is fashion. It has the ability to reflect a thousand and one moods, personalities and beliefs. I don't dress for my body shape: I'm tall, broad shouldered and have 'child bearing' hips (I eat too much chocolate and icecream) and an arse that rivals Kim Kardashians. But like I said, I don't proclaim to be stylish, I dress however I want on any given day. I mix it up. Some days I dress like a boy, other days I dress to feel like a princess.

So here are my rules:
1. dress however you want, pay no attention to trends or what people think.
2. wear lipstick whenever possible
3. have fun with it

Because really, where's the fun in looking back at photos in twenty years time and feeling no sense of shame?

We could be heroes

'We accept the love we think we deserve.'- Perks of Being a Wallflower

There comes a time where the deafening silence is louder than you would believe it to be possible,but I have come to the conclusion that maybe the silence is necessary and that sometimes it's better that way because it let's you realise who cares enough to break it.

 As humans, we are fallible and yet there is one thing that everyone is bound by, one common factor and that thing is love, romantic or otherwise. We all want to be desired,to be wanted, to feel content in the company of others. Yet the people you surround yourself with are indicative of how you feel about yourself. If you're with people who make you happy, it's because you feel like you deserve to feel content, and you recognize qualities in yourself which allow you to feel so. On the other hand, if you seek out romantic attachments which are destined to fail, where you question yourself, and realise they couldn't actually care any less, it's because you feel like you don't deserve any better. You feel lucky to have attention from that person in the first place, and don't question their motives, when really it's all too transparent. Most of the time you know what you're doing is ridiculous, unhealthy and destructive, however, in that space of time you fail to care, because after all, the feelings of being left behind and forgotten and used, they're what you deserve, right?

um. WRONG. Are you dumb? 

There are a million and one positives to come from this. People don't respond to negativity. I for one hate people who moan about someone who has screwed them over. If I'm going to be brutally honest,nobody cares; you won't be the first, and you won't be the last. People suck, it's the way of the world. There are 7 billion people on this planet, and I'm pretty sure at least 3.5 billion aren't total dickheads, go look for them and stop listening to Adele and Ed Sheeran whilst crying into a tub of Ben and Jerry's.Also, that sixth glass of wine? Not one of your finest ideas, so put it down.

  Turn the situation around, accept the love you deserve.

You fuck that person back up but worse. You don't let them get the better of you, you do it by being happy . H.A.P.P.Y. You fuck them up by being the better person, and rising up and by seizing life by the hands. You say,'Good, I didn't need you anyway.' Because you didn't, you didn't need it, but then again, nobody does. You made a mistake, and you don't make it again. You LEARN. Simple. You burn those bridges so you don't go back. Nobody ever moved forwards by spending time looking at where they had been. I repeat, be happy and rise.


You deserve it all. So accept it all.