Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Thursday, 19 November 2009
fancy a bucket?
Snuggled up right now.
Nathaniel Hawthorne to his beloved Sophia Peabody in 1850
To Sophia
Unspeakably Belovedest
Thy letter has just been handed to me. It was most comfortable to me, because it gives such apicture of thy life with the children. I would see the whole family of my heart before. My eyes, and could hear you all talking together...
The other night, I dreamt that I was at Newton,in a room with thee and with several people; and thou tookst occasion to announce that thou hadst now ceased to be my wife, and hadst taken another husband. Thou madest this intelligence known with such perfect composure and sang froid, - not particualrly addressing me, but the company generally, _ that it benumbed my thoughts and feelings, so that I had nothing to say. But, hereupon, some woman who was there present, informed the company that, in this state of affairs, having ceased to be thy husband, I had become hers, and, turning to me, very coolly inquired whether she or I should write to inform my motherof the new arrangement!
How the children were to be divided, I know not.
I only know that my heart suddenly broke loose, and I began to expostulate with thee in an infinite agony, in the midst of which I awoke. But the sense of unspeakable injury and outrage hung about me for a long time, and even yet it had not quite departed. Thou shouldst not behave so when thou comestto me in dreams.
Oh, phoebe, I want thee much. Thou art the only person in the world that ever was necessary to me. Other people have occasionally been more or less argreeable; but I think I was always more at ease alone than in anybodys company, till I knew thee. And now I am only myself when thou art within my reach. Thou art an unspeakably beloved woman. How couldst thou inflict such frozen agony upon me in that dream?
If I write any more, it would only be to express more lovings and longings; and as they are impossible to express, I may as well close.
Thy Husband
Nathaniel Hawthorne to his beloved Sophia Peabody in 1850
To Sophia
Unspeakably Belovedest
Thy letter has just been handed to me. It was most comfortable to me, because it gives such apicture of thy life with the children. I would see the whole family of my heart before. My eyes, and could hear you all talking together...
The other night, I dreamt that I was at Newton,in a room with thee and with several people; and thou tookst occasion to announce that thou hadst now ceased to be my wife, and hadst taken another husband. Thou madest this intelligence known with such perfect composure and sang froid, - not particualrly addressing me, but the company generally, _ that it benumbed my thoughts and feelings, so that I had nothing to say. But, hereupon, some woman who was there present, informed the company that, in this state of affairs, having ceased to be thy husband, I had become hers, and, turning to me, very coolly inquired whether she or I should write to inform my motherof the new arrangement!
How the children were to be divided, I know not.
I only know that my heart suddenly broke loose, and I began to expostulate with thee in an infinite agony, in the midst of which I awoke. But the sense of unspeakable injury and outrage hung about me for a long time, and even yet it had not quite departed. Thou shouldst not behave so when thou comestto me in dreams.
Oh, phoebe, I want thee much. Thou art the only person in the world that ever was necessary to me. Other people have occasionally been more or less argreeable; but I think I was always more at ease alone than in anybodys company, till I knew thee. And now I am only myself when thou art within my reach. Thou art an unspeakably beloved woman. How couldst thou inflict such frozen agony upon me in that dream?
If I write any more, it would only be to express more lovings and longings; and as they are impossible to express, I may as well close.
Thy Husband
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
just your typical tuesday
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Friday, 6 November 2009
SALUT
is it embarrassing to call a pet treacle tart?
Wasn't Kelly Kapowski such a style icon?
Bayside's preppy queen bee
Im very much channelling this, struggling in this weather though, its bloody freezing!
rites was she always my favourite. her tan, her hair, her tight jeans.
epic.
Beverly Hills 90210 was similar. i literally want to be a preppy american haha
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
dear santie
i know its dead early but ive been like a proper good girl this year so if wouldn't mind dipping into the bank account you tight fisted bastard
shoes: Office dress: Topshop bag: Topshop lipstick: Chanel top: Chloe
shoes: Office dress: Topshop bag: Topshop lipstick: Chanel top: Chloe
Monday, 2 November 2009
tell me where's your hiding place, im worried ill forget your face.
i need something to evoke some emotion within me, but im simply to lazy to think.....
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
college times
its chilly up north
orange wednesdays are a godsend
toy story 3D
I LOVE HER SHE LOVE ME TOO THATS WHY WE GET TOGETHAAAR
Monday, 14 September 2009
in the name of fashion
I also think that this months ELLE is dynamite
i bladdy love Lily Allen.
this months ELLE is the London Fashion Week special. its so raw and quirky, its just the perfect epitamy of British Fashion
Friday, 28 August 2009
je vous aime
ELL OOH VEE EEE
l'amour
i too want puffs bigger than my head
i also have an unhealthy obsession with blair and olivia palermo.
im now concentrating all my time on blair related tasks. ebay watch out.
and when she played a spoof Audrey Hepburn in gossip girl i almost cried. proper Audrey moment.
ill be purchasing Ed Westwick aswell thanks darling
xoxo
gossip girl
l'amour
i too want puffs bigger than my head
i also have an unhealthy obsession with blair and olivia palermo.
im now concentrating all my time on blair related tasks. ebay watch out.
and when she played a spoof Audrey Hepburn in gossip girl i almost cried. proper Audrey moment.
ill be purchasing Ed Westwick aswell thanks darling
xoxo
gossip girl
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
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