9.11.11
Even in high school when girls were beginning to wear heels to the club and stumble into interviews in some never-wear-again pumps I was strutting all over my stomping ground in 4 inches or higher. It was more so because my mother wouldn't buy me Jordans like everyone else in New York was wearing and I was not wearing some cheap flats she brought from Payless. It helped that I was always in some type of fashion show and was labeled the girl that dressed "weird". Now dressing "weird" is in and I'm like wah?
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But flats for me have never changed. Mostly because I never find ones stylish enough. I skipped across some leopard Steve Madden ones a couple of years back but those are gone with the wind. The ones pictured above though? I'd do some damage...
8.11.11
The Key
Maybe it's just me
But I've always had some problems.
Stubborn, Too amiable too often, Not pushing myself.
Yada Yada (The list goes on)
What I've realized as I've gotten older is you have to face these things
you do worst in order to get over them.
By indulging in your weakness you hinder your true potential
and that's something I have no time for.
I also realized I love being challenged and having that extra push to prove
So laying back relaxing is NOT the move.
But then again... maybe it's just me.
But I've always had some problems.
Stubborn, Too amiable too often, Not pushing myself.
Yada Yada (The list goes on)
What I've realized as I've gotten older is you have to face these things
you do worst in order to get over them.
By indulging in your weakness you hinder your true potential
and that's something I have no time for.
I also realized I love being challenged and having that extra push to prove
So laying back relaxing is NOT the move.
But then again... maybe it's just me.
7.11.11
6.11.11
3.11.11
My babies I purchased the other day along with cheetah print ones and these other killer ones!!! (Surprise)
But these by far will probably be worn the most. Right now it's too simple for me. I was probably going to add a satin black or patterned bow along the back or stud the heel. I might go with the bow because it's not to permanently damaging but I will definitely take a picture of the end result!
I love them already.
I have Had a heart.
And it's not that I was blindly in love...
Just comfortable where I was
Cuddled up in the fetal position
Making love with our everyday talk
Loving, Learning, Fighting, Living, Tasting, Touching, Being
Loved
I thought I would fall and be caught
But instead I ran into a wall
Overlooking a fatal sharp edged fall
Painting of a sharp cliff over looking
the Maui ocean
Warm and welcoming with waves waving up at me distantly
Fanning me in closer to the edge
I step back and pebbles drift off the edge to nowhere
I was given a version of life never to be fulfilled
Empty hopes and dreams
A sad ended destiny
A path never written
I often retrace my steps and try and figure out where things went bad
But you can't erase the pain nor regain the trust lost
Miley!
Miley! Where are you?
Here reminding me of a make shift family that was never to be
Tail waging trying too hard to make the inevitable unfold
In my hands like foreign origami
The pieces bent and wrinkled from retakes and mistakes
Nothing is ever perfect
Perfect is never there but what it was was rare
But when do you stop, look, listen and realize
the other just doesn't care?
Saying, Doing and Acting are three different things and when 1+1 doesn't equal 2.
Something's pathetically wrong
I sit and wonder if I'm the only one feeling feelings
But I know looking back will only fool me again
Painting a new picture of a sunset rising in the early drafted sky
I see the colors before me
But know it's only smoke and mirrors doing the tricks
and hiding the treats
Feeling a little bit empty I start my journey alone
Arms by my side and head held high
A little sore, eyes wide, broken yet strengthened to the core
Like the broken hearted story retold
And it's not that I was blindly in love
Just comfortable where I was.
Just comfortable where I was
Cuddled up in the fetal position
Making love with our everyday talk
Loving, Learning, Fighting, Living, Tasting, Touching, Being
Loved
I thought I would fall and be caught
But instead I ran into a wall
Overlooking a fatal sharp edged fall
Painting of a sharp cliff over looking
the Maui ocean
Warm and welcoming with waves waving up at me distantly
Fanning me in closer to the edge
I step back and pebbles drift off the edge to nowhere
I was given a version of life never to be fulfilled
Empty hopes and dreams
A sad ended destiny
A path never written
I often retrace my steps and try and figure out where things went bad
But you can't erase the pain nor regain the trust lost
Miley!
Miley! Where are you?
Here reminding me of a make shift family that was never to be
Tail waging trying too hard to make the inevitable unfold
In my hands like foreign origami
The pieces bent and wrinkled from retakes and mistakes
Nothing is ever perfect
Perfect is never there but what it was was rare
But when do you stop, look, listen and realize
the other just doesn't care?
Saying, Doing and Acting are three different things and when 1+1 doesn't equal 2.
Something's pathetically wrong
I sit and wonder if I'm the only one feeling feelings
But I know looking back will only fool me again
Painting a new picture of a sunset rising in the early drafted sky
I see the colors before me
But know it's only smoke and mirrors doing the tricks
and hiding the treats
Feeling a little bit empty I start my journey alone
Arms by my side and head held high
A little sore, eyes wide, broken yet strengthened to the core
Like the broken hearted story retold
And it's not that I was blindly in love
Just comfortable where I was.
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