Bad girls need love too.

As much as i'm looking forward to summer and sunshine, i just know i'm gonna be wearing my leather jacket every single day. I'll be stifling but i can't bear to part with it. My black tights too.

Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls.

Comme des garconnes.
Watching Cate Blanchett in "I'm Not There" the other day, i told my Dad that i wished i was androgynous. To which he replied "But Laura, you're a pretty girl". Ultimate Dad win.

But i still wish i was androgynous.




Uh, i guess this counts as girl crush # 389: Eliza Cummings.

We're out of wine and lick and love and luck.

Girl crush #437: Alice Dellal.




Ohhh, undercuts and leather.

Queen of Hearts.

V-day is for suckerssss.

We're compassless & nowhere bound.

There's a shield around us. It's invisible & soundless. We drink too much & fuck too soon. Smoke cigarettes in rented rooms. We quit our jobs & shoot the moon. Cut our wrists & sleep til noon. There's a shield around us. We are heady, we are groundless. We burn our friends & kill their names, build insecure & petty fames. Tattoo things that we believe, stars & skulls & hearts in half-sleeves.

Snow Day.

The chill is strong and nothing seems to thaw the icy sentiment of love that's gone once winter's spent.


As much as i love the snow, it really sucks spending 9 hours in work with wet feet. I need to buy a pair of boots.