stumbled across this video on skin bleaching and i just needed to share it with all of you.
its really insightful and the message it sends out is something worth pondering over.

ask me anything:
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i find it extremely annoying when someone initiates a meet up/comes up with plans and goes on to bamble about how youre busy with work/you might not like wherever we are going and suggests that you should stay at home instead. why the fuck did you ask me out in the first place? such a waste of time conversing and waiting on something that isnt going to happen.

there are some nights you wish could last forever. and there are some where you just want to throw your heart away. tonight is the latter.

i love flannel and plaid.



i want to be in LA.



i will become. because.

wednesdays of love, want and will.

is it fashion thats becoming increasingly disposable or is it inflation? ive come up with a theory, the cheaper clothes get, the more i tend to impulse buy. which means, i wear the item twice and it never sees the light of day again. if i buy an expensive item, i think about it carefully before making the purchase, and it usually ends up as a piece i'll wear a long time. like my overpriced jersey knits! but, that argument is flawed especially when it comes to payday.

after cutting more fringe for myself, and letting it grow out for a couple of days, i think im beginning to like my bangs. what do you think?

all the girls started clamouring for his attention and i havent the slightest idea why.

i will get more shades for my neverending collection.
need those fantastic rose coloured ones.




i love THIS.

i want a brixton hat. now.



wednesdays of will, want and love.

i had a dream last night. there were so many people trying to talk to me, trying to tell me things, all at the same time. i tried to ask them to wait, i tried to listen to them one at a time, i tried to go slow. but is was all too loud, too messy, too confusing. a call woke me up, his voice, so american, so nonchalant, so real. after i said no and hung up, the pit in my stomach grew and grew and attempted to swallow me whole. the voices came to a whisper and it was just me. why now? why me? there are too many things left undone, too young, too scared. but time, it's ticking too fast, its either too young, or too old. all or nothing. and im just too fucking scared to be left with nothing.