Story

Don't Go Googling Your Own Blog

...You'll probably get distracted.




All pieces by Ezie on polyvore. Beautiful.

Oh, Calendar

Old pinups never cease to amuse me!



Not much use for keeping track of your schedule, I'd guess!

Shoes

So I don't know about you,
but here in SoCal we have a select footwear of choice.
So when we say "I bought some shoes"
or "I bought 4 pairs"
We might just mean the following.
:)




(And don't judge my shiny legs! Swim season just started and I'm drier than the Sahara.)

I've got the blues

So, I'm not really a pink girl. I decided to wear my new blue dress, a-la-Zooey style, on Valentine's Day.
I basically drove around all day, but now I've no idea where I went.
This tends to happen a lot!





Later, I indulged in Valentine cupcakes, playing around with the red frosting until I figured out how to make hearts.
A sweet day, overall.

Oh boy

Guess who finally bought batteries for her camera?
And forgot shaving cream?
Brace yourself for the storm of photography.
It's a-comin.

P.S. Good V-Day, but Wolfman was sold out.
Let's put it gently and say the city I live in must not have a lot of Valentine's Day date night options.

My Valentine

I don't understand how you can want something so bad
when you've never even really had it.





And really, what do I know at 17?

Understand

"No one ever forgives us for changing. They want us to be constant as the wind and always wear the same colours but we’re not meant to be that way. We’re supposed to be a little different each morning when we wake up and I think it’s our dreams that do it. Last night I was a sailor and woke with sand in my sheets and salt in my hair, and the night before that I was a wood nymph who rose with the dawn chorus and dewed lips. Every two years I change alltogether and become someone else wearing the same eyes. It’s a little uncomfortable, like a snake shedding skins. They never forgive me for changing but I do it with passion because you need to die a little bit now and then to feel alive. "

- The Lost Princess

Love

I'm starting to think that maybe the best part of love is the imagining of possibilities. You can run your hands through all the different maybes as if they were a clear puddle on a rainy day. The images ripple and plip-plop by in your mind - how he will say hello, how he will ask me to dance, how we will kiss that first time, how we'll talk for hours on the phone, how we'll fall ravenously in love with each other, how we'll secretly begin to wonder at how deep our love runs, how we will change, how we might grow apart. I can look at boy and see an entire unwritten story of adoration, pitfalls, and fairy tales. I wonder what boys see when they look at me.

Maybe one day one of them will grab a pen and start writing our story.