I love you just a little too much.

“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” -Dita Von Teese
I've got this written on the back of an old receipt and wedged into my mirror. Lately, I've really been taking a step back from my surroundings and asking myself what do I like instead of what will x like or x say. I've been asking myself what makes me feel sexy, pretty, intelligent, happy, etc. My new found love of garter belts, stockings, and high heels combined with my ever-present love of biographies (Marilyn, Ava Gardner, Vivien Leigh), bold lipstick, poetry, and bubble baths are what make me who I am. So often, I've felt like people or situations were tugging at me, urging me a certain way in both self and in deed, but lately.. I've just stopped letting my surroundings have that sort of effect on me.

I am who I am, and it's okay to take the time to discover what I love, to embrace it, and to really explore and splurge in it. I've always given such considerations to my friends, so why should I expect any less for myself? x


listening to:


dress: Forever21
shoes: Walmart

x,
Amber