Disco Bra

It is raining. I want to stay in bed all day with my bb, but hes a working man. On a brighter note (if there ever is one) I start my job again on Monday & there is 20 days left of school. Stoked for sure. <3

1914

Everything Monet painted is so strikingly beautiful and nostalgic and pained. Its like disease in brights and pastels. "Water Lilies" is a perfect inspiration to this springs fashion. Because everyone needs a little whimsy in their lives.

Wanderlust.

I have been busy lately. Way too much work in my life. I had class at 8 today, got up a 6:30, went to bed at 3:30...my eyes are hanging, and for some reason, every time I have a bad sleeping night, coffee burns my insides like fire. I havent been this defeated in a while. Also, I really need money to buy these things. Gorgeous gorgeous summery shit. 

Irish Maiden, Im sure.

Lately it seems like the work will never end. Not employment though of course, seeing as having a job is impossible while in school. Im not really used to the whole idea of being poor. Yesterday was St Patrick's Day and I spent it in lovely company, drinking green beer and wearing the most satisfying hat I've seen in 6 months.

Purple Rooms.

I swear the Earth is spinning backwards, Im being catapulted off my feet. I'm falling downwards into a great pile of marshmallows and lost dreams. What should I grab first? Sweet pleasures or futuristic ideals? No more blue skies or brown dirt. All is lost in the whirlwind of octopus legs and baby shoes. I started to cry and my tears were lemon drops, as sour as my pain. There was a hole in my chest that split wide with every step. My guts were falling out! I believe I lost a lung, for my breath was shortened. I tugged at my hair, now pieces of yarn of every color, coarse and awry. I prayed that my insides didn't start to turn to cotton fluff or that my mouth suddenly stitched shut. I couldn't bear to be a doll today. I really wanted to walk on sturdy legs and laugh loudly. Vacuums don't really eat money and the drier never had your socks in the first place. Everything comes together in the end, I suppose.

Sweet, rotting memories

Hangover today. I am nostalgic for the times when I could drink straight vodka on a nearly empty stomach and go to work for 9 am the next day feeling nothing more then a little tired. Now, even though I eat an intense meal full of fucking carbs and drink the lake before bed, I still feel extremely haggard. Perhaps I get too carried away.

Inspiration

Fav ads at the moment.

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This is the hubby. He really likes steak. I do not. 

I do however, really like him. He makes my life at least 88% better than what it was and I am a sucker for his cute face. Our relationship was long over-due and now we live in a pretty little house full of magic and 2 room mates; one is a bff, hes divine, the other is a troll-like loafter.

Sadly, you cannot always win on that front.

With Spring in mind.

Wants! I do however, already have Bad Gal, but its a crusty dried out useless thing that will surely give me pink eye. I am a sucker for all things ruffled, feathered and floral. That paired with big lashes and candy coloured lips, its super refreshing, because I myself, am incredibly sick of the cold and ready for Spring/Summer. 

Nightingale.

It's 1:37 am, and I am not sleeping. But, you may say, 1:37 isn't really all that late. Well, you're correct, but I haven't slept, no exaggeration, more than 2 hours a night for the past month and a half. This has happened to me in the past multiple times and I cured what ailed me with Lorazepam. And I thought that after 60 odd pills I would never have insomnia again but ALAS...the brain never forgets. So here I am, sitting again. Lately, not sleeping has become very tiresome, no fucking pun. Little things that never mattered suddenly do and I'm chewing everyones heads off.

I feel remorseful but I really can't help it. 

If you can get me to sleep, I'll marry you and we can have kids. 

And if you don't like kids, we'll get a dog and call it a day.  

Anyhow, I thought I'd cheer myself up a bit with something charming and whimsical in the form of this cute hot air balloon necklace. Divineeee. Of course I don't have any money at the moment, (penniless student) so just looking and wishing is suffice.    

Good-night.                                                  

Fog Horn?

It's a rainy, damp thing outside. What a perfect day to start a blog. 

I'm Nicole. 

And I would like a cup of tea & a friend to smoke in the rain with me.