leave your heart in it's place

Sondre Lerche is terrific music to fall in love to, especially in autumn. It's easy to imagine that the leaves are dropping to their pavement deathbeds as my heart flutters and screams out in pain. It hurts to fall in love, especially when you resist it. Latest news: I purchased Two Way Monologue's today! Remember? By Sondre Lerche? Now all I have to do is construct a portfolio, sharpen up my english, and get into ACAD. Then piece together my dress. Oh, and buy an apartment of course. Voila!


Seriously though, you will know what I like soon enough. Not YOU, persay, as the reader of this blog. I do this thing sometimes when I just ramble on about 'you', and it turns out being ten different people by the time I'm done. It's kind of humourous how it is you, but you won't read this. If you really want to know what I would change about you, fine, here:
1. Try to think less superficially.
2. Get the mindset OUT of your mind that showing affection will kill you.
3. Listen up, speak up, and learn how to say goodbye.


I hope you're happy. Now, moving on to other things. There is no word or phrase or action that can describe how positive and ready and prepared I am and that I'm going to be to be a fashion designer. Or at least, I'm going to make a significant impact on the fashion industry. I'll start my research now and get the knowledge drilled into my head. Then what? Send letters to Vogue pleading to be in their next issue? Yeah right. I guess I'll start with picking up the monthly editions of bleeding ink reflecting my passion, the glossy sheets softly butterfly-stroking through my pupils.


Nothing will stand in my way. Fashion is my life, it's always on my mind and nothing will change that. To stop living and breathing fashion is equivalent to throwing myself and my ten closest friends off the tallest building I can find. Don't worry though, I assure you: that will never happen.