I'm not buying anything else for a good week>>

I bought a deep emerald-teal Chanel coat that's probably from  a few seasons ago, maybe more, at a consignment shop for a RIDICULOUSLY small amount of money. It still works for my style right now; it is my baby. 

pics to follow soon.

some profound thinking...

I've decided to make this a real blog of sorts, not just about clothes I would love to have. So that being said, here's a recent poem of mine: 

Confession: This is What Makes a Witch

I, too, know what it feels like

to be broken down ---

incinerated

voracious

(food cannot quell this hunger)

emotion

has worn down past my bones.

gnawing, crunching, reached its destination

feasting on my marrow

while I sit in a white room filled with

gossip magazines and past lovers,

waiting to be nothing but

used ivories

stiff cracked husks---

broken shells on a beach that

slice open skin drawing

red hysterics (tears)

from the innermost valves of the heart,

caverns where 

secret pasts renewing (fears)

lurk, hiding like

undercover agents 

plotting to take down

sanity's personification

(It's not that I purposefully destroy,

that I have NO soul,

there's too much of a soul to be contained)

I feel too.

I feel too much, always.

All Ways I feel too much.

it's been awhile...

finals/madness happened, but I'm finally back!

Here is a post on incredible websites:

http://fashionindie.com/

http://wickedhalo.blogspot.com/

http://www.lookbook.nu