Like a station-platform kiss

This is my impression of a beached whale.

THIS.

My backyard is covered in Forget-me-nots. Couldn’t be happier about this fact. (Taken with instagram)

So. That’s decided.

Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring 2012 Preview.

http://ilivebytherulesoffashion.tumblr.com/

~~can’t wait for the time I get married…~~
ay teka! PAPASA MUNA AKO SA QUALI :))

A debutante having a gown fitted by Oscar De La Renta, Madrid, 1956. Photo by Nina Leen.

Cocktail party fashions, 1950s

Remind me again why I can’t make dresses for a living?

Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee cord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart.

Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six (via daisydandelions)