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3/30/2014

l. wells


I said less all black and Docs and hello, here I come. I think I can say I was a little tiny bit influenced by light pastel goth style. Lace top, which can be worn as a dress with a bodycon skirt what I'll sure do - this time under pastel lilac sweater with a big black cross. And patent combat boots. God, you see what I'm wearing, that part of post is closed now.

You know that feeling when the weather is getting better and better and you want to go outside, maybe arrange some picnic with your friend, ride a bike, go for a beer or a coke, whatever you like, go around the city, or just sit and look around with oh that allelujah look at our beautiful world?
(and as an off topic I'd like to say that my sense of humor is really hitting rock bottom as my ironic atheist allelujah isn't the worst thing I can came up with, trust me)
But instead of doing all those things, viving your vida and stuff (and now that's funny cause I can actually speak quite proper Spanish but instead... whatever, you get the point) I'm sitting, we all are sitting in stuffy classrooms, listening to people telling us things we don't really care about, but I have to sit there for at two more years, pass the exams even though it's obvious I'll  (we will?) forgot almost everything two days later, and just pretend I'm not falling asleep.
Don't get me wrong, I think education is a real deal. But after hours of thinking about it, I still can't understand why it looks the way it looks. There are great teachers that inspire me to do something more. There are subjects I love, but I have to look past a horrible person that haven't killed anyone just because that's not a thing you do to your students and yeah, like you can totally end up in jail. On the other side, you'd get a nice health care, and there would be no noisy rascals around you. Sounds good, doesn't it?

And I wrote that mostly because a memory of my last english class came to me. When there was sun outside, and I spent the whole hour looking at the map of both Americas and I felt like both crying about not being there instead, or just grabbing my bag (maybe knock over some tables, cause I'd like the drama) and go the airport, buy the cheapest fucking ticket and go out there.
Ever told you I talk a lot even when I'm writing? Probably yes. Oh, sometimes I also repeat things I've already said one day. Now you know.

pics by http://bentesikyme.deviantart.com/

top&sweater - thrifted
skirt - lefties
necklace - Glitter
boots - Stradivarius
All those men sing you'll never walk alone
But you'll never let them break your little heart

3/27/2014

how many bottles? (#23)


Daily casual, pinafore black dress with a grey shirt underneath plus silver oxfords with kitten socks to turn it up a bit. And pink plastic necklace, just because.
You guys know what? I can't pick pics because on pretty much all of them I'm dancing and laughing to Miley Cyrus. Oh that fits my attitude so effing much, doesn't it? XD I guess everyone has that dark side of them that sometimes just ignores music that you really like, good rock and alternative tunes and moves it to some stupid shit. #judgeme
Or don't, we're having a laugh, right?
See you soon!





dress - thrifted
shirt - Bershka
necklace - charity shop in London
shoes - vintage store
socks - Chicnova

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

3/23/2014

(you will) set the world on fire


Long time no see and there isn't even any logic explanation. I had post material, but I just couldn't get myself together somehow. The school stuff is luckily getting less intense, so I hope it'll all be back to normal.

I've always had such a problem with that kind of skirts. I mean, their lenght seems to make it hard to style them and avoid the kinda "granny" look. But this red tartan one challanged me, so here I am. And I think I don't look like a prude 70 year old lady, more of a grunge/rock/whatever look. Anyway, I'm happy with the result. So what's next - the Boogie Men t-shirt, long black&white coat that can give you a headache if you look at it all the time, Docs (I'm going to give them a break for a while now, I swear) and some you know, belts, rings and stuff. And headphones with Bowie rocking inside them.

Enjoy and stay tuned babes!

pics by bentesikyme.deviantart.com

Oh well, I wanted to label stuff but pretty much everything is thrifted. And shoes are docs, are you may have noticed. Rings are some pipe things from the hardware shop, so yeah.
Kennedy would kill for the lines that you’ve written
Van Ronk says to Bobby "she’s the next real thing"

Crouched in the half light, screaming like a banshee
You’re in the boat babe, we're in the water
You say too much

Oh you will set the world babe
You will set the world on fire

3/15/2014

bad habit


Here comes another weekend. Do you people realize it's a half of third month of this year? Where did my time go omg what actually happened here. Especially that I just decided to do things instead of just talking about how I'll do them so I guess that's a step. Some kind of it.
Simple black set, and I have to say that that dress/tunic (it's that kind of clothing you wear with a "just in case" skirt underneath but it's not visible) reminds me of a moon's texture way too much. So my moon ring was a must this time.I think since me and black got back together after a really long time (and this time I'm really concious about my style, earlier I was still kind of "my mum got me this so I wear it) made me find all the chances that it gives - the fabrics, details, shape, style... never ending story tbh.

See you soon (I guess it won't be THAT black for a while, so stay tuned!)



dress - thrifted
ring - Cocomo
shoes - Stradivarius
necklace - ?

Hey man you know I'm really okay 
The gun in my hand will tell you the same 

I guess I got a bad habit 
Of blowin' away 
Yeah I got a bad habit 
And it ain't goin' away
Yeah 


Something's odd 
I feel like I'm God 
You stupid dumb shit goddamn motherfucker 

3/12/2014

you just burn, kid


 You just burn, just keep it all on the inside.
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I'm getting sick of it. I'm getting sick of people telling me what we are supposed to become, how we are should live our lifes and what we should achieve. You go to school, then another, another, another, another, you go to work and you're most likely doing something what you rather wouldn't.
Why should we belive people that are claiming that something is good or bad for you. Why would we go through life just trying to fit into the expectations. And you know, that's really quite obvious, but it takes a bit to just sit down and realize that you're so not getting another chance in this game. So I guess not fucking it up is the best we can do, isn't it?



you’re always gonna get your heart ripped out somewhere aren’t ya?