A collection of daintiness for your dainty eyes (can eyes be dainty? you tell me).
Because I’m in exam crunch mode, I am lazy. Because lazy people don’t credit, there are no credits. Because I procrastinate, I have a tumblr. All photos from my tumblr, but are most definitely not my own. If you really want me to track one photo down for ya, shoot me an email or comment. Please congratulate me on my logic in the comments as well.
The last one-piece I wore was on the shores of Positano, Italy, and ironically enough I felt very Parisian. I was a Parisian child visiting Italy. Although I’m not sure I would ever have the occasion to wear such a delicate bathing suit, as I’m not sure barnacles and dog paws suit that lace detailing too well, I can always appreciate its dainty allure.
This might be what it feels like to sleep in a painting.
A singlet fit for a fairy. And due to my obsession with all things fairy, I need it. Although the only issue with this beauty is that I would turn into Carrie from SATC and would just lounge around in my undies all day, regardless of what needs to get done. Someone just answered the phone as Carrie. There are spies everywhere.
A little post-christmas daintiness. Replace the pinecones with flowers, and this is entirely fit for the summer.
What is it about stringed lights that tempt me so? Well the answer is obvious, my friends. I just picture hundreds of little fairy wings aglow above my bed. And who doesn’t want to smile at the thought of that?
How I would like to look if I were a ballet teacher.
A portrait of the Parisian child all grown up, visiting the city.
This would also be an issue. Because I would want to buy seven pairs so I could wear them every single day. Variety is the spice of life… unless your undies look like this.
Now that your eyes are so satisfied with daintiness, your ears might be feeling a little deprived. Don’t worry. I got that covered for you.
Keaton Henson: Lying to You
I first heard Keaton Henson’s song, “Lying to You”, and instantly fell head over feels with his vocal cords. So much soul in this fella.
As we lie in bed I feel lonely,
Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old.
And your arms around me are keeping me warm.
But baby, I’m still feeling cold.
Had a special someone send me this song, and it only makes my infatuation with Daughter multiply by a hundo. If Keaton Henson and Daughter were to get together, I would be the happiest girl in the world. The world needs more perfection.
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to
Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
“You’re too old to be so shy,” he says to me so I stay the night.
Bloc Party: Signs
Yesterday was a giddy moment indeed, folks. That same special someone sent me a link to these fellas and I just got waves of butterflies once I heard them. Their album, Intimacy, is ridiculous. I could listen to it on repeat for hours. Especially this song. It’s so pleasing to my ears, they’re just beaming.
I can sleep forever these days‘Cause in my dreams I see you againBut this time fleshed out fuller facedIn your confirmation dress
I hope you all feel a tad more dainty. Until next time.