i've learnt in life that you can only rely on two things - family and shoes . sometimes you can't even really rely on family because they're human and they make mistakes even when they don't mean to . but shoes , they're there on a good day , bad day and they never fail to make you feel fucking sexy on a frumpy-i-fucking-should've-just-stayed-at-home day. here's a tribute to my all time bestfriend , the stiletto .
marni . * i can't fucking stop thinking about these . if you anyone ( anyone ! ) would like to help me grab them , contact me ( anything from 50 cents to 500 bucks would help , i don't really care ) it would mean the world to me . seriously . i haven't obsessed this much since my guccis .
gucci
giuseppe zanotti
chanel
louboutin
you know that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach ? it starts off as a blistering sensation somewhere in the middle of your chest ; akin to how it feels when you’re traveling down a rollercoaster . it makes you nauseous and drives you mad . and when you feel your eyes start to burn and the tears start to track their way down your cheeks , that feeling travels down and rests in the pit of your stomach . inside , your blood begins a steady 1-2 rhythm that echoes from the soles of your feet to your temples . you curl up and grip your sides , doubling over , hoping to ease the throbbing pain . your furrowed brow is dampened with sweat and you’re gulping down as much air as you can . what seems like five hours is actually 60 seconds and then you know , you just know , that it’s over .
when you’re away from him there are only two things that can happen – you learn that you can do without him or you learn you can’t do without him .
which is it , soho .
my salvation was supposed to lie in your love .
i'll tell you now, i can't do it without you. i'd love you even if you had 2 more pimples, 7 more freckles and gained 2kg.