What We Needed It To Be

Sometimes

it is just that

I'm starting to remember to not forget how

I am.

...and that makes me want to take it

and that makes me want to look at pretty things

AND

get the fuck out of bed

and knit an apron and bake

and go thrifting for even more knickknacks

and send letters to everyone i love

so here are some pretty things that might make you want to do the same

(relish this y'all, it's rare that i don't feel the need to barate you with photographs of tits and ass and drugs and weapons)

oh and someone i know get married

~because i'm still doing circles~

(one person i know will get that)

and so your rehersal dinner can look like

this

and your wedding can look like this

someone needs to make something of those wonderful ideas

what has gotten into me?

more pretty things...

xx

CMS

actually i don't like cupcakes that much,

so it'd be more romantic if i told you that

i loved you more than my librarian.

Baby, It's Been Done

Greetings from

Y'all.

I do owe you an apology for inundating you with photographs of sex and anger last time we spoke.

I was looking a lot like this

and it was just one of those days that doesn't have words.

I've been reading a lot of Joan Didion

(she is my hero)
(if you don't own a copy of Slouching Towards Bethlehem, I highly recommend it. A treasure box of emerald and amethyst essays that always pick me up when I'm down.)

the combination of her wisdom and the fact that finally my professors aren't keeping the secret from me anymore that:

you are supposed to be miserable when you live in New York in your twenties,

but when we're in our thirties we will tell the new twenty-year-olds that New York was the best "in our day."

well that made me feel better

Now

Spring is on the way and I'm trying to

But I'm just dying to

So, I just keep writing

(hopefully things that will be bound in a beautiful cover and in your hot little hands some day soon)

and I drink a lot of tea (with whiskey, hold the cream, please)

and rearranging my collections

and listening

to my version of Jesus' hymnals

and wearing a lot of lace,

so it kind of always feels like I'm in a night gown,

so I must still be sleeping and this is definitely all just a dream

Honestly though,

I just want to make a lot of money so I can comfortably live out my

White Trash Fantasy

it looks a little something like this

that's the pet dear I will have, Barbie.

xx

CMS

p.s. if you need something great to go look at, go to this website purple.fr
i have very little faith in fashion writers, call me a wannabe-bitchy-thrift-store-snob if you want, but really guys? get over it. anyways, this website is a good example of fashion writing actually being self-aware and exerting a level of elegant restraint, and there's great photography as well.

p.s.s. if you need something to listen to, you should probably pick up adele's new album, 21. it's brought many happy tears that made me seriously remember i definitely have hormones and a vagina, and i'm damn proud of it too.