Who cares what the future holds. The present is giving me a gift. A peculiarly astonishing diversion. It's a slow blush. A cingulomania. :)
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Who cares what the future holds. The present is giving me a gift. A peculiarly astonishing diversion. It's a slow blush. A cingulomania. :)
Dear Santa... by secluded featuring pink home decor
Concepts Roman Vlasov
A letter for You
“You” may not just be you and this structure of writing may not make any sense but... I look at you and my mind scans the possibility of doing nasty deeds. Without such, the array of flirtatious actions are not pursued. I offer friendship and I move on. I look at you and I see a sanctuary, a calmness and serenity. I feel a sense of security. I look at you and I ponder on what went wrong. I have long accepted that when I love I don’t easily move on. I look at you and I want to cry, I want to swim the Universe and I want to be at your side. I look at you and I feel sorry, for not giving enough validation, for saying the wrong words or not saying anything at all. I look at you and la douleur exquise. La douleur exquise. But among all the yous, You were the most important and when I contemplate the day in the last hour before I go to bed, I think about you. I think about you and all the emotions that I've kept carefully in control during the day tears its way out with razor-sharp claws and there’s not much to do but to take it in and accept the pain. The pain from the realization of the finality of it all. That no matter how much tears come out from my eyes, nothing can bring you back. No matter how many flowers I paint, you can never see them. No matter how much I talk to you, you can never talk back and there's so much I wanted you to hear, so much I didn't get to say, so much I wanted to thank you for because I thank you for everything.
Loveliest rendition I have heard of this song. <3
Serein by secluded featuring matte black glasses
One of my shorts wouldn't fit anymore, but I couldn't bear to throw it away because I really like it's worn out color. So I cut the sides and added more space with some silky textile material I have lying around. It now fits snugly. The silky textile added a nice contrast to the ruggedness of the jeans.
I always wanted a stripes dress with this kind of style but I could never find one or they were too expensive for my budget. And I thought, why do I have to buy one when I can try to make one, a win-win situation, for at the same time I get to learn and enjoy the process of making. I couldn't find a striped cotton textile but I found a huge stripe men's shirt at an ukay place for 5 freaking pesos and the material was just perfect. So, I took advantage of my nyctophilia and insomnia and made a dress out of it.
"Sometimes when you really truly give yourself to somebody, it can completely backfire and you just end up feeling really insecure, really paranoid, jealous, and ugly. It’s from loving someone. If that person isn’t right for you, all those positive emotions that you are trying to put on someone can end up negatively projected back onto yourself. Then you hate yourself for it. You’re searching for something to make you feel good and to be a better person, but you realize how far away you are from being your best self.”
— FKA twigs, from an interview with The Wild Magazine
Unnecessary
I know these feelings, I've studied them for years. I am hugging my amygdala tighter and comforting it yet I feel like I'm still falling into that abyss again and helpless to stop it. I feel like being pulled by the giant arms of a gradually rising pit of shit and there's no comforting angle to turn to except for a complete 180 degrees of numbness.
Bralette #4 Aiming for some back detail. :)
I fell in love with this book character whose hobby is making her own lingerie, her own way of gaining self-esteem as everything else in her life sucks. I've always been curious how lingeries are made, especially those pretty lacy ones, so I went to where anyone can learn almost anything nowadays, youtube. I watched one youtube tutorial and found out how freaking easy it is to make bralettes and I’ve been obsessed with making them these past nights. Everything just fell into place and I finally know what to make of the scrap textiles and laces I’ve been hoarding over the years. This is the 2nd one I made, it's made from an old leather skirt. It's super comfortable. I think I can even wear this to the beach. :)
how you talked to your crush 10 years ago VS now.. #lol
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