Dear B and L, As you two reside in the cosiness of civilisation and urbanisation, I write to you very grateful to be invited on this once only rendezvous and send you bunches of flowers. However, I must also bring you to you a matter that is quite close to my heart and one that has landed me in a predicament, that of being the destiny of my entire existence. Advertisements
Dear B, I feel like I should be writing Detective B, in my introduction, that last post was some amazing insight into the world where fashion-meets-film (in other words the world of us). I also have had some insight of my own (maybe not that “amazing”), and it all has to do with co-inciding with my first week at Uni. In preparing for the ever impending day, I obviously planned, sought after essentials (the Backpack […]
Dear B, In light of your motivational letter, I decided that I needed to recharge myself, however, more in the space of a skin mask. Today, I was shopping at Sephora, and like always, the little novelty items, that appear to be waiting for me when I line up to buy, enticed me to buy everything there was (well not really, just a face-mask, but you get it).