beauty can be deadly... when used properly.

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To Ombre or Not to Ombre?

Personally I love this hair trend, yes I know technically its so last year.. but I dont care I still love it!

Transitioning into the fall time made easy. Boyfriend capris pants, booties, blazer, & a t-shirt. So effortlessly fashionable. I adore this look. But remember fashion is personal .. find what works for you & just go for it.

My Week With Marilyn

Summary: Colin Clark, an employee of Sir Laurence Olivier's, documents the tense interaction between Olivier and Marilyn Monroe during production of The Prince and the Showgirl.

If I had to describe this movie in one word I would say... AMAZING!
All the characters were properly suited for their roles.. the visuals unbelievably accurate .. just perfect.
Michelle Williams did a wonderful job of understanding & becoming Marilyn Monroe. She had her mannerisms down to a tee.. from the way she spoke to the gestures & movements she made.

A must see for anyone who loves not only Ms. Monroe but fashion!

Baby Got Back!

While some may think of butts when they hear baby got back... or ribs depending on your hunger level.. I am writing this to praise backs. Like actual backs, the thing with the shoulder blades & spine. Moving on.. I love them.. I think they are possibly one of my favourite things to show off .. next to my collarbone/shoulders... such a simlple piece of skin & yet so alluring .. so here's to all the ladies showing off their backs!

Remember dress for you. Be you. If you want to wear something because its comfortable

 fucking do it.

Everyday I'll be ready for a funeral .

Are Broken Hearts Really Worth It?

So I am currently in debate with myself, & if you have any sense at all you probably already know what Im debating... Are broken hearts really worth it? Simple question. Not so simple answer. I mean sure for say a few months .. maybe more your blissfully happy. But than BAM.. either he (or she) breaks your heart or you break his (or her) .. now your left to excuse the pun but pick up the pieces. I mean how does a relationship girl go back to being single? Well at first lets face it we cry.. wallow.. drink lots.. eat insane amounts of ice cream & basically anything we can get our hands on. But then it changes into super duper single mode.. partying..drinking... flirting with anything that has a pulse... seriously anything.. I may have even flirted with a squirel but I blame the tequila for that one. And then you get hit again .. that moment where your laying in bed..cold..alone..thinking to yourself .. fuck I really want someone to hold me. LAME. I know I will be the first girl to tell you. But I do miss it. I do. I think going from having someone to cuddle with, call whenever you want, do shit whenever you want to well basically being alone is hard. I mean really hard. You have to find yourself again. But in a way I think it better prepares you... I mean if you cant be alone with yourself .. than how can anyone else?

Not Enough.

Radiograph Flowers

So beautiful. Science & Nature as one. ..

Timeless ..

So beautiful. So poised. So well spoken. So mysterious. So timeless. So kind. So not me.

Seeing Red!

The one look I love & simply cannot seem to banish from my thoughts is a beautiful red matte lip. A colour that is so basic & yet demands so much attention. Personally I love red lips...on other people. I have been looking for years for the perfect red matte lipstick that best compliments my fair freckly complexion. Its been difficult.. and I am still currently looking for Mr. Right Red ... but when I find that perfect shade that makes me look in the mirror & go damn girl where have you been all my life .. I'll let you know!

transitioning into the autumn air. . .

the simplicity of a white t-shirt & blazer ...

the mind is a terribe place ...

things that posion my mind... & yet somehow stay within the darkest parts. 

Best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend not to have one.

Fleur Rebelle

I love tattoos. Adore them. When done right . I currently have one behind my left ear.. its fairly high up that way no one can really see it unless my hair is up.. I like this idea. Personally for me tattoos are a  personal artistic statement. Im not the kinda girl where my tattoos will be on public display. Mainly because I don't want to be judge for my choices, and secondly because I dont want to explain them. To me they have personal meaning. And thats all that matters... For my second tattoo I want a quote.. Im thinking something like Fleur Rebelle in pretty delicate handwriting curving along my hairline... small. In english it means Rebel Flower.. and I think that is just beautiful.

Ever feel invisble. Like everytime you walk around there's someone prettier than you. Smarter than you. Funnier than you. I have. Hell even just today I have. But than I stand in line at Starbucks waiting for something super yummy (caramel brulee mmm) and then the cute guy in line looks at me and smiles.. as stupid as that sounds that makes me feel better. I don't care if Im lame for saying that outloud. But then after a minute I think... Fuck maybe theres some pretty blonde girl behind me...



Twenty-one.

So I'm freshly turned twenty-one. Is it bad to consider this to be the year to start lying about my age. I think not! To be honest its just plain weird. I mean when I was in high-school I thought I was awesome; lots of friends, good grades, and well basically everything figured out. Now here I am.. twenty-one.. with not a clue. I mean I know what I want to be and how I'm going to get there but .. for lack of a better word.. I'm scared as shit. This is when life starts. Im legal everywhere. I can go to the beer store, buy lottery tickets, cigarettes, and porn. Not that I never did that when I was underage.. the only difference now is I don't get that adrenline rush when I sneak into a club by flirting with the forty year old bouncer with my fake id. Now I stand there laughing at the pathetic girls trying to do the same thing I use to do. And then I remember.. I was one of them. I think thats something we all forget from time to time.. we were once one of them. So yeah not going to lie I still roll my eyes when I hear some girl at the club puking her guts out.. or crying about her stupid boyfriend.. or other girls talking about what a slut that girl is. But you know what we've all been there. I've been the girl puking in the bathroom.. hell if I even made it to the bathroom. I've been the girl crying on the sidewalk corner cause my boyfriend is such an asshole. I've even been the girl in that super slutty dress (I still do that I.. I mean come on as long as my boobs and ass remain at their current perky state I will walk around proud as fuck.) My point is after this long word vomit of a blog post, is if you see a girl in the club barfing, crying, smile and say grab another porn star shot & shake your ass. And hell if you see some girl in a slutty dress; look at her and be like damn girl you look hot as fuck. Cause lets face it we were all there once.

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So this is basically going to be everything. Clothes. Relationships. Body. Life. Poems. Inspiration. Everything. You may ask who the hell is this girl & why should I read this crap. Well to be honest Im nobody special. Just a girl. Although I guess since Im officially twenty-one I should say woman but Im still trying to come to terms with that. This whole blog thing is just for me to have an outlet, sometimes a creative one, and pretty much all the time wtf was I thinking one. But thats what it is. Maybe you'll be like what the hell is up with this chick. But I'm hoping that a majority of the time you'll be like wow I have felt like that too. Cause if not then I need some serious therapy =) 

So it begins...