drive my soul music strings

Slow it all down, the damage is done
Play the music loud, don't make a sound
Let's raise a toast to a sad story
In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup
You made it, you made it hurt so bad
You made it hurt so bad.


Lights-acoustic.my kind of drive.




Read- Beauty:Sophia Loren, Camille Paglia, talo Calvino, Ernest Hemingway<3, Toni Morrison, Milan Kundera


this novel of pieces from different artists gave me this new outlook on my clothing company, my life, my body and the way my mind works the complexities of it.




Mind complex, heart simplicity 






Lifted Red Closet off the ground
couldn't be a happier girl

Love me in perfect symmetry

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Move to LA in September. School 20,000 debt+living accommodations. But be free and be at a school that holds my dreams in there sewing needles and mac books.

VS

Farmingdale for marketing in September. FIT in nyc in January.. Apartment  in the City.

my head. moving out.

A rush and a push, and the land is OURS

A place for everything, everything in its' place." 






A weekend of goodbyes.
Frank to Hawaii and Kevin to New Mexico
makes me want to go go go go.
October, this little girl sets sail
so I am keeping close to my loved ones
and having trouble comprehending how many suitcases I have to bring
hahah, we all have to just go go go go.




Started a new job, well an old job, but a new place. New people, further drive.
going to work in the printmaking factory next week so oversee the productions of the shirts. Have never been so antsy and nervous. I just can't wait to hold one, smell one, put a tag on one that makes it my own. 


My whole life, it was apparent fashion was my field. But it never seemed practical. So I dreamt of being a gymnast and gold medal winner, a runner but I got out of breath easy. A food show host because food seems to make me happier then a lot of other things. Then the real set in, I tried to follow the ballerina but hurt my knees real bad, real early. I thought real, went to school for education, and back to dance and back and forth. Then I just realized that part of my body where satisfied chemicals are supposed to be fulfilled were not. I got upset, unmotivated. But reading these diaries. I realized I spend most my time, on photoshop designing, on fashion blogs following, following magazines and I spend way to much time dressing myself or shopping. I have always sketched my own ideas for outfits and dreamt of the million dollars to buy them. But now I am going to make them, produce them, sew them, hold them, wear them, REAL LIFE.




welcome to the adventure

Cold, kind, and lemon eyes

My favorite holiday because an excuse to celebrate freedom and wear color, drink red wine and see sparkles. I can't stop listening to Margot and the Nuclear So and So's. They are the start of this summer. they keep me running. Meetings in the City and out east three times a week now, this is all finally falling into place. People believe in me, and that makes you grasp reality from an outside dreamed cold cloud.


"looks just the sun, looks just like you..."


I have emotions, maybe i'm not a robot after all. But i'm so tired of these people that prove to be something and in the long traveling dark road they all fall fake and victim to society. Off the surface turns to surface. Maybe I'm just not good at lying everything I say I mean. That's why I keep these diaries to remind myself that things were once real. We're all human and even though this world is so big, the effect you have on one person is so great that you all forget.

she's gone chasing unicorns...




now playing:
looks just like the sun - broken social scene





I want this to be me and my friends. I want those stripped shorts for tomorrow. I have been digging for treasures all day trying to find a fourth of July piece.