Excuse me, but..

[Dasha Z by Nikolay Biryukov in ‘Mirror, Mirror’ for Fashion Gone Rogue ]

1. Sometimes, we think we're stressed, but really, we're hungry. Hangry almost.
2. Accept that we look better in heels (for all you boys that do, yes sister, you do too)
3. It will make you sad that you will never be able to do the things that you used to do.
4. Go to the gym, kick up some leaves, jump in some puddles, frolic in lavender fields, fly a kite, just get off that couch every now and then. Telling you 'cause I care.
5. When you really like someone, you will probably fk up a fair bit in front of them.

[Olivia Palermo Graces the Cover of Tatler Russia August 2012 by Santiago Esteban ]

Love me much times pls. x

Whip my hair back and forth.

A: Why won't you tell him that he's taking the long way, and there are quicker ways to get to lunch. 

B: Because I am scared.

A: What are you scared of? 

B: He could hulk smash me. 

B: Snap my neck, rip out my spinal cord, and then whip me with it. 

B: Yep. I'm hungry. 

[ Doutzen Kroes by Annie Leibovitz, Vogue, April 2009 ]

Trying to stay rad at work, but falling asleep. Head hits the keyboard, whipping ma head back and forth. All class. 

Love me please x

athletes. show yourself.

[ Barbara Fialho Plays Water Sports in L’Officiel Paris - by Alexander Neumann ]

Thankyou athletes for making the olympics look good lookin and easy. 

I threw a stick and it flew in the wind. I threw a ball and it hit a tree. I ran and I tumbled. I swam and swallowed pool water. I served the ball and got hit in the face. I defended and had my glasses knocked off my nose. I lifted and broke my back. I shot a dart and hit the bullseye. Yeah boy.

xx

Carving like a boss.

Hit up Thredbo like bosses. Boarded like bosses. AS returned with a bung knee. Like a boss.

As I sit here, sipping my tea and eating biscuits. I reminisce. 

Carve. Carve. Carve. Hulk smash. 

Great times.

xx

Boss.

sore back? stop sitting like a boss. said nobody.

[ Alina Baikova by Nicole Bentley for Vogue Australia November 2011 ]

Hangry.

AT: haha funnay
J : I'm hungry. No. I'm hangry.
J: Fark
J: I would love for food to fall out of walls
J: That would be my dream come true.
J: When I was a kid, I used to talk to my microwave. Whisper to it gently.
AT: ... why?
J: Whispered and wished for food that was in my mind... would be there when I opened the door... when I was hungry.
AT: aww cute
J: Then I would open the door and see if it would magically appear, every time. Every single time.
J: But shit got real everytime and there was nothing and I'd still be hungry.
AT: You should blog that. That's bloggable.

True story.

On a side note, this is DC, the senior manager who eats baby corn like a boss.

Thanks for recording the shock on my face when I saw the small plane to mudgee. Thanks for also deleting the recording before I c'mattered you like a G.
Thanks for laughing at me when I felt all claustro on the small plane.
Thanks for laughing at me even more when the claustro became a trillion times worse when relatively large lady sat next to me. Sat on the left side of my body even.
Thanks for offering to sit next to me when the lady asked if they wanted to swap seats.
Thanks for laying no judgement when relatively large lady asked for a seatbelt extender.
Thanks for keeping my mind off the crazy flight.
Thanks for being a hero!

Ok. out.

snail mail.

I love receiving snail mail. Postcards, packages and handwritten letters from all around the world. 

I pin them up on my wall to remind me that my loveliest of friends were thinking about me when they were travelling the world. 

Smitten.

 [ Bette Franke by Lachlan Bailey for Harper’s Bazaar US February 2012 ]

On a side note, while I was trying to clamp the postcard from the mailbox in excitement I may have ripped my tights on the nearby shrubs and had jammed my fingers into the mailbox til they were red and swollen. 

Where art thou mailbox keys?

Keeping things classy. 

[ Giedre Dukauskaite by Tobias Lundkvist for Fashiongonerogue ]

I love receiving mail. 

xx