If there's one thing I have a love/hate relationship with, it must be guides on how to wear -and more importantly how not to wear- certain items of clothing. They are completely absurd and I'm convinced there's some bigger evil scheme behind them which most of us who take their advices for granted don't foresee. BUT I SEE YOU! I see you 'trend watcher', 'stylist', 'random stylish person with an opinion'. *looks suspiciously around* Because...
I'm always ready to snip my fingers out of rythm to an emotional confession accompanied by melancholic melodies. It pumps my veins full of heart wrenching love, and the air with cat strangling passion (the latter being the sound of me singing along. We can't all be nightinggales). However lately I've only been doing that. Snipping my fingers, bopping my head and releasing my inner turmoil. And although it fulfils me with satisfaction, only wallowing...
Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darling you give love a bad name! From Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name to Destiny's Child's Survivor, who cares about sappy love songs any more? The bleakness of breaking up or the realisation that you'll be #foreveralone is where it's at! Especially Valentine's Day, when everyone is strumming their guitars and humming 'dream a little dream of me', is the perfect day to counteract...
