She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

i saw this gorgeous coat today. its like woollen and has a slight vintage look. its so pretty with the large buttons and all. but guess what, it costs a damn 150bucks. daddy said he wouldnt mind buying it for me but he also asked me to reconsider cause obviously i dont travel to winter countries very often. BUT BUT BUT, its physically and mentally impossible to resist something that fab la. aww man. i wanna be born in a country with four seasons. then i could buy all the nice nice coats in the world. should i buy or should i not? someone quick pass me a rose so i could pluck the petals to make a decision!





thats it, im going down tmr to take a look at it again. back to top?