The Lady Who Loves It: notices a hush fall over the ballroom when she walks through the door wearing her black floor-length Burberry gown and this little showstopper. ”Well, I guess it did the trick,” she thought to herself, “Now, where’s that gorgeous husband of mine?”
Strass Crystal and Glass Drop Necklace, Lanvin, Net-a-Porter.com.
OH, BRIAN, STOP IT. I LOOK TERRIBLE. I WAS AT WORK ALL DAY AND MY HAIR IS A MESS. I DO NOT “LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS” AND YOU MAY NOT “TAP” THIS UNTIL I’VE HAD A SHOWER AND AN ICE CREAM SANDWICH.
TA DA.
OH MY GOD, YOU DID NOT RUN A BATH AND PUT AN ICE CREAM SANDWICH IN THE SOAP HOLDER. WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT? I AM GOING TO BLUSH TO DEATH AND THEN DIE FROM HOW PERFECT YOU ARE.
Malibu Barbie was the best Barbie!
YOU’RE SO DELUDED BY OPPRESSIVE WHITE WESTERN BEAUTY IDEALS YOU CAN’T SEE THE INHERENT ELEGANCE OF YOUR OWN FEATURES!
Shut up you have dumb hair!
OH MY GOD ASIAN CHICKS ARE SUCH BITCHES!
The Lady Who Loves It: Found that it sort of crept up on her, this affection for the surreal. It began simply enough, sitting in a dimmed lecture hall, slide projector whirring behind her, Man Ray projecting in front of her. And now here she was, wondering whether anyone would notice the spoonfuls of sugar dangling from her ears.
Crysta Cave Spoon Earrings, Husam El Odeh, OpeningCeremony.us
The Lady Who Loves It: is always just the right amount of late for dinner parties. One can’t just show up while the hosts are still lighting the candles and putting on their last-minute lipstick. She rings the bell at precisely ten past eight, good humor, juicy gossip and excellent Bordeaux in hand.
Lanvin dress, Barneys.com.
Get out of that bag cat. You are not an Abercrombie and Fitch model you are a cat. You don’t even have abs.
(via alt0151)
Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar
YESSSSS.
Tip for anxious high-schoolers: DO NOT read this right after you read Death of a Salesman, and just as you begin to contemplate college/what you want to do for the rest of ever. You will want to curl up very small for much too long.
