There’s Nothing There! No Fair!

imagine wearing these boots. i so badly want a pair.

Footwear by Elena Velez x MORPH.

The boots must be bolted around the feet using custom bolts.

📸: Tania Diego / Juan Camilo.

Top three fave books?

oh, that's such a good question. i love books. i breathe ink on paper. i've bloody read so many. erm, very hard to answer. you're very cruel to ask me of this. i'm sorry if it takes me forever to choose.

however, at the moment, if i was stranded on a desert island with only three books, i would need something that'll keep me always on the edge of my seat like The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe, some poetry because i'm not an imbecile so i'd take LOVE HER WILD by Atticus and, maybe something that i could curl up in bed with like Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl.

i'm such a sucker for american books. they're my guilty pleasure. my british literature arse ought to be ashamed because my mother would bloody disown me.

this is so beautiful! there are tears in my eyes!

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

i want to sleep but i got no energy, ya know? so bloody exhausted up to the point that i can’t close my eyes without crying.

how bloody fitting on a sunday afternoon.

don’t you all just love life sometimes?

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

i just slept through it and prayed that when i awoke, the bloody “maintenance” page had gone.

and then she complains i’m too much like her, while refusing to wash the dishes because it would ‘ruin her nails’. like, dude, wear a pair of rubber gloves.

my mom didn’t raise a quitter. she raised a perfectionist who’s so afraid of failing they don’t start anything to begin with

LIFE

Life is nothing but a mere illusion. A hallucination in which that you breathe. A mirage that blinds you from the crude reality that threatens to smother you whole.

It has the power to take several bites out of your already-bitter soul and spit them right back out, leaving it beyond recognisable, as if it had left a nasty taste in its over-sensitive maw.

Life can be warm and bright, but is covered up by the several worthless lies that lure you into the swirling depths down the darkest crossroads of your sanity, the most ruthless torturer.

It has the power to bleed you dry, to force out the warm red liquid fire that resides within your arteries and veins, fresh as it blossoms scarlet against your droplet-splattered skin.

However, in great contrast, despite that all, deep down, it has the kindest heart.

BEE KINGSLEY

So, I have thick desi waves for hair and, omg. baby, don't even get me started on how much of a hassle it is to sleep in it.

It used to be down to my butt, but I managed to lob it to my biceps.

First, I brush my hair and almost go bald in the process, tie my hair back with a strong fluffy black hair bobble and then plait it relatively loose.

Then I tie it off with my reliably strong, but simple, red hair bobble.

And I would leave my hair like this until the very last moment before I go to bed. I take out the fluffy hair bobble, put my head on my pillow and go to sleep - all with the red bobble in place.

I would wake up the following morning with a good enough hairdo to be comfortable out of the house.

The best bit is that my bed hair doesn't even look like bed hair.

this is so cute, i swear!

"Dunk"