Hi, I just wanted to drop by and say hello :) You're one of the first people I followed when I got tumblr and I don't regret it. I love that your blog has pictures as well as more personal posts.. I love that substance. It's hard to find that these days, or maybe I'm just not following enough of them? I love the simplicity of your blog. Makes me wanna dream and just escape from here. The pictures you post are beautiful, fashion and whatnot. Please don't stop what you do <3
Wow, probably the nicest message I’ve had on here. Honestly didn’t think anyone would reply to that slightly pathetic post, but you are such a sweetheart. Honestly, I thought my personal posts were getting on people’s nerves, and yeah yeah I get that your blog is your blog, you should post whatever you like, but at the end of the day I don’t want my blog to be 100% uninteresting to people. As for my blog making you wanna dream and escape from here, that’s exactly why I post what I do, because that’s what I’d give anything to do. Thankyou so so so much, you’ve definitely made my day. If you want, come off anon and tell me who you are you absolute darling, although I think I have an idea of who this could be <3
“There comes a point in your life when you realize that nothing will ever be the same, and you realize that from now on time will be divided into two parts — before this and after this.”—(via shespreciious, poeticheartache)
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”—Elizabeth Kubler Ross (via daphneemarie)
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company… .”—E.B White “Here is New York” from Essays of E.B White
“You know, I’ve got this theory ; there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people.You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical.You know, all about the meaning of the song. They’re the ones you see with the CD insert out like five minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Then there’s the music people.. who could care less for the lyrics as long as its just got, like, a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this: sometimes things find you when you need them to find you. I believe that. And for me, it’s usually song lyrics.”—One Tree Hill (via heythereryan, daphneemarie)
ohmygoodness your heart is fantastic!! ive been going through it and posting this whole time! i looove your taste hun <3
Haha I’ve been on Tumblr this whole time and it took me ages to notice, I’m so flattered! Thankyou so much lovely, I adore your taste, you’re so on my tumblr crushes, and I reblog you awful amounts so I apologise! <3
I love ur blog! judging by ur posts u seem really sweet! I live in NYC and would LOVE to travel to England hhahaa. It seems so nice there.
I was wondering if u would check out my fashion blog its: http://chez-de-fashion.tumblr.com/
Ahhh, thankyou darling, please please may we swap places?
I did, and the photos are lovely, I adore the ones from this week :) xoxo
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.”—Ayn Rand (via aplacecalledfreedom)
can you make a video or something? i wanna hear your cute accent! :)
That’s like the 4th video request, I will for sure now, but give me a little while, I’m such a busy bunny for the next week. I’ll have one up ASAP, although my accent’s not even cute and I sound weird on video :( Be prepared to be irritated by my voice :) xoxo
Im replying to all your postd like a stalker but I have nothing else to do! haha, I have a tiffany necklace and the necklace would definitley be more inconspicuous than the watch, but once you see the necklace its like ‘wow, is that tiffanys?’ :) x
Sorry for spamming your dashboards rather than replying in her ask guys, I wanted this on my blog because how cute is she?! Haha, n’awww I’ve always wanted a stalker as lovely as you :) And yeah, I totally get what you mean, I think I’m definitely swaying towards the Tiffany necklace. EEEEE thankyou!
And don’t you have school tomorrow?! I’m wasting my precious sleeping time on Tumblr because I can’t go to bed without watching Hellcats, and it’s taking forever to stream :’(
this is absolutley brilliant! I wish I could write like that, I mean Im quite good at english, but I don’t have that extra flare that will provide me with the best grades :(
Ahhh thankyou so much! I think it totally could have been better if it was for another topic, not 9/11. Really appreciate you taking the time to read + respond to it though lovely.
And by the way, just write what works for you, seriously. We did this thing where we watched a slideshow first of tons of normal New York photos, then one of New York during 9/11 and the aftermath. And we had to write down phrases that described each image. It helps so much! Try visualising. And what you can’t get perfect, your teacher can totally help you with, mine always makes so many detailed suggestions, which if you use to improve it, you’re pretty much guaranteed an A*
The creative writing is pretty much the only thing that requires much imagination, the rest of it isn’t as hard, don’t worry about it, you’ll do great :)
finished my English creative writing piece on New York during 9/11. This is the final final draft, I desperately hope I get a good grade. If anyone actually wants to read it, let me know, I don’t think I’ll post more than a few paragraphs on here. Here it is though:
Another typical day in the heart of New York City: Glamorous, sophisticated, wealthy, and bustling with all sorts of people from different walks of life. Businessmen attending meetings, teenage girls texting furiously, socialites making new connections, and upper class women walking down Park Avenue, carrying Fendi purses, shopping at none other than the four B’s: Bergdorf’s, Bendel’s, Barney’s, and Bloomingdale’s. Of course, Sak’s Fifth Avenue and Tory Burch couldn’t be missed out either. Life in this city moves so fast; a New York minute lasts a heartbeat.
The sidewalks were crowded with hurrying people, meeting someone at Starbucks for a quick coffee on their lunch break, tossing loose change into the empty guitar case of the destitute homeless man sat on the sidewalk. The glamorised image of New York’s entirety was as deceptive as a mirage of the desert. New York was diverse, both in terms of population and wealth, but mostly it was a tranquil balance between the rich and poor, young and old.