today will be a day without pictures. it will be words. this might be irritating and irrational.
i read fashion blogs. i read art blogs. architecture blogs. and design. these sites are a endless horay! of pictures that make you drool.
but being realistic and slightly off-white today. these cool blogger kids go out. take pictures of there oh so fabulous jimmy choo shoes. there cute chloe dresses and there perfect hair. stylised backgrounds. and all looks so sweet. yes i am jealous.
living in the pretoria. i can not go out in my 15 inch high heels wearing a pleather legging with studs with a cute half-torn summer dress. with my hair all big. its not an issue of self confidence. i do feel fan-fucking-tastic when i look slightly strange. but the contrast will break your heart.
me looking like a 90's hooker, while all the other girls, hang out in there regular old-ladies jeans and there candy striped 'jeep' shirts. fuck me. maybe i always end up being at parties with the wrong people. kids like that, don't appreciate my heart wrenching effort to play dress up according to the latest 'jak & jil' blog.
not that i try and follow these things with my entire existence.
i just love the drama that is encapsulated in dominatrix meets 50's housewife style. its the love for the dramatic. the love for good lines which gets all fucked up. the pain it takes to look like you have last nights make-up combined with your boyfriends clothes (and still look fucking cool). if this makes sense at all. i don't think I'll ever be one of those kats. but i can still love. should move to paris.
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