View Larger Kate Spade is on Gilt right now and I am so in love with this clutch I might actually begin to cry.
Huge regret in my life: That I never learned to play the drums. Because seriously, girl drummer, amirite?
You’re not tired of dating; you’re just tired. You’re tired of bearing the weight alone. You’re tired of an empty apartment and dinner for one. You’re tired of ricocheting off yourself and slugging shots at the bar. You’re tired of playing dress up with no one to dress you down. You’re tired of the excruciating loneliness that creeps onto tingling skin, begging for touch like sucking for air. And so am I. So is she. So is he, and that girl, and those boys, and so many other people you see on the train, in the market, across the table. But we keep doing it because it’s worth it, because it’s everything, because for all the awkward hellos and terrible dinners, there’s one flawed masterpiece who’s singing your harmony in the SUV three parking spots over.
It’s not about dating. It’s never been about getting set up or going online or any of the crazy things we do to meet someone; it’s not about any of that. It’s about faith. It’s about hope. It’s about remembering the person you’re looking for isn’t a checkmark, but a journey, a stroke of luck, an oh my god and a holy shit and a you won’t believe what happened. It’s the best part of life. And it’s out there. Every great story, every novel and film and letter written only to be burned is about this. And we’re all tired of bearing the weight of those stories… but we bear them together. Keep swimming to the surface, keep swimming ‘til your hands are numb and your lungs are empty and everything is simultaneously tight and enormous because the moment you burst to the surface, your whole existence will change. That’s why we do this. That’s why we do anything.
— http://collegecandy.com/2013/05/16/finding-the-one-breaking-up/
I love lipstick, and I LOVE that brights are becoming acceptable for daytime wear. The Gloss has a good roundup of some bright options, but my very favorite is this ultra-affordable, long-wear basic from Sephora. I keep one in my pocketbook (or I did, until I dropped my pocketbook in the bathroom at a bar and it apparently rolled away).
feels feels feels ALL THE FEELS.
Fold-over clutches are SO versatile and cute and functional and awesome. This one is from Etsy and, bonus, vegan.
This lovely side chignon and a little hairspray and you’re unstoppable.
This summer, I’m bringing back the low side chignon. This topknot situation needs to get curtailed; I’m tired of the race to see who can get their hair closest to their forehead.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME GET IN MY MOUTH.
REPTAR BARS!!! Recipe under the cut.
Reptar bar! Reptar bar! The candy bar supreme!! The candy bar that turns your tongue greeeen!!
GET ON MY BODY. I have loved this dress for so long. Eventually, I’ll just pull the trigger, though I’m concerned it may look a little clownish on my very-petite self.
Want.
Whereas the truth is that the fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
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Gustave Flaubert, “Madame Bovary” (via lifeinpoetry)
A classic.
