Now this.
This here screams style.
This coat-cross-cardigan hybrid exudes a modern edge over that casual cardi you throw on, on lazy Sunday afternoons. I must admit, it contrasts greatly with my previous post but you can never have too many types of jackets. AMIRITE? AMIRITE GUYS!? YEEEEEEEHUH. I love me my jackets.
It’s simple and appeals as a jacket that can match all occasions.
DEFINITELY A MUST-BUY ITEM.
Hey there, laaaaaadies. I am loving this hair style right now. Though you can’t really see it in my picture SO HERE ARE SOME EXAMPLES FOR YOUR EYES. Everyone who I see with it takes me back to the halcyon days of the 90s. It’s so much fun. Hence I am now calling it the fun buns.
Anonymous asked: Reading your recent Confessions post is really interesting! I'm on the opposite side; I'm usually the more affectionate one. It does hurt a bit when the other person doesn't seem to like you as much as you like them. I'm a bit surprised though, you seem like a perceptive woman that can dish out the right things to say at the right time. Maybe you're pretty good at covering up an emotionless interior? :o P.S Love those Jeffrey Campbells! What size did you buy and are they true to size? :3
Awww I have a reader.. A MILLION BONUS LIFE POINTS TO YOU HUZZAH!
Haha I don’t know, I get pretty expressive and excited towards stuff - as you can tell by the AMOUNT OF LIFE POINTS THAT YOU’VE JUST GAINED (you practically win at life now)- that I don’t like little things getting me down. In doing so, I find it easier to just be emotionless to feely feely stuff. How much good that does for me, I don’t know.
It’s good that you are though. I’m sure a lot of people appreciate the way you care about them and it’s the good ones who reciprocate it back that you want to keep :)
OH HOT DIGGITTY DAMN, my shoes are a size 9 and they run super true to size :)
Thanks for the question!
Only a little bit excited by the arrival of my new shoes #herpaderp #coltranes #ootd thank you @fox_maiden @jeffreycampbell 😘
I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone more than they’ve liked me. It’s either always been equal or they’ve contributed more to the relationship. That’s not to say that I don’t appreciate them. Or that I don’t try. It’s just that I can’t be as big of a person as they are. I’m just not cut out for being the affectionate one. The only time that I have tried, screwed things up. I try not to be cold but sometimes I’d just rather be void of any emotion. And I know that reflects badly on me and the supposed profession that I’m studying to get into.
For instance, if a friend were to approach me with a predicament that warranted my sympathies, it usually takes me a while to respond because I don’t know what to say.
Though as much as I would like to, I can’t respond with, “it’s okay. Did you know pandas make the cutest animals? OMG LYK LOOK AT THEIR PAWS. I CAN’T WHAT IS GOING ON WHY ARE THEIR TAILS SO FLUFFY WHY”, because (a) they might not like pandas (a notion that I find horrendously absurd in its most wildest forms), (b) my enthusiasm may be slightly off-putting (BUT WHO DOESN’T LIKE PANDAS?!), and (c) pandas have nothing to do with the matter at hand.
But I guess it’s the good friends who know that already.
And yes, the fact that I’ve started this post with a confession about relationships and ended up ranting about pandas also puzzles me to no end. BUT GODAMNNIT PANDAS ARE CRAZY SONOVACUTIES.
UGH, CAN YOU STOP.
On a perhaps infinitely more important note, I love my mum very much :) I hope all mothers out there enjoyed the day solely dedicated to them and their species (because mothers are a special breed of super human).
Have a good night everyone.
BYE.
SCREW THIS SHIT. I WANNA PARTY.
Anonymous asked: Your pretty :)
My pretty? MY PRETTY?!
DAMN IT, I HATE CLIFFHANGERS ADSJIUASHFDIUGFDSAIYFDAHFIU
Blonde hair? Pink hair? COLOUR?!? COULEEEUURRRRRRRR?!!!!?!!!? Je pense je l’aime!
Shall I dispel the age old no-no of Asians going blonde? SHOULD I?!? I DON’T KNOW. HAHAHA I REALLY LIKE YOUR HAIR PINK LI-MING. I’M GETTING BORED WITH STUDYING DAMNIT.
NOT.
KILL ME NOW.
THIS THING IS CRAZY.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M DOING HALF THE TIME. WORDS SEEM TO FORM FROM THE MOVEMENT OF MY FINGERS ON THE KEYBOARD. BUT THEY’RE ENTIRELY NONSENSICAL AND I. STOP IT FINGERS.
DAMN IT.
STOP.
P.S. I totally introduced MC Hammer to my little brother yesterday. He said he liked his balloon pants. What a groovy little boy.
ONLY HE’S NOT LITTLE ANYMORE. AND HE SCARES ME SOMETIMES.
BYE.
