feral beast

feeling like i have escaped domestication
on all forefronts
recently
i have returned
either partially or wholly
to my 'wild' state
reverted to my old ways
where chaos is king
feral instincts surmount
no longer lined up for daily cultivation
with the ducks in a row
i shall pave my own way....

golden gleams and fashion-forward dresses

not eating my feelings, savouring the taste of it all

at my core letting fashion blast away at my soul

not hiding away from the world but living HAPPILY EVER AFTER

knowing beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and perspective is everything

dressing up the scary monsters under your bed, makes them fun dancing partners

rawr.

randomosity

The premise is simple, but the execution is quite complex.

Literature that hovers over our heads.

Shoes that stand their artistic ground next to tea cups.

Laying on a layer of clothing.

Homemade caps and veils that made a woman a Queen.

Cavernous wunderlust of Hermes luxury from decades ago.

The property of lacking any sort of order.

life in waves

my life feels like this A LOT lately. if you stare at it sideways...it starts to shape shift and trip you out then become 3d then back to 2d, sometimes rounded out or in, convex, concave. le sigh.