I've recently stumbled across a quote, 

“You only own your blog, you don’t own your Instagram, they could shut you down tomorrow and you’d have nothing. They don’t owe you anything.” Sara Donaldson, the blogger behind Harper & Harley

which has really caught my attention and a train for your thought as much as I love Instagram. Instagram thrives on the content produced and uploaded by the few billion users on that one single platform. With all the links you click on associated with Instagram, you are indirectly handing over control to Systrom and Krieger (the founders of this brilliant yet pitfall app however you'd like to think of it). I'm still going to be an avid user of IG, doesn't seem like it's going anywhere any time soon, I mean, it's even added a stories feature not so long ago which has proven to be highly popular. It's only made me more adamant to produce more exclusively for my blog which has proven difficult to keep up when there's a stream of easily accessible content on IG just a tap away.
*Translation: A woman is a woman! (and also the first ever french film I watched)

Never have I felt more feminine than I did when I was wearing this dress, as you may have already noticed yes it is very similar to the alexandra dress by Réalisation par but without having to part with the larger wedge of your salary. I wore this for the first time the other day and realised it'd threaten to flash your underwear if any slight gust of wind comes your way, watch out for road crossings.. tried and tested by yours truly. That aside, I love all the details par exemple the plunging ruffle neckline and the almost asymmetric hem line (uh hello legs for DAYS!).
 Dress, Nobody's child (sold out online unfortunately but I bought from Topshop oxford circus store, similar here and here)


I have a bunch of drafts saved with copious photos of outfits but I never get round to writing posts to accommodate them because I seriously lack the motivation to splurge out anything interesting when it comes to blogging and the longer I let them sit covering dust the greater the thought in my mind where I just don't like them anymore. I post so much on Instagram purely because all that is required is usually a snappy caption which could even resort to an emoji if you're really stuck with words and it would be acceptable but blogging is a two way street- the text is just as important as the photos. My inspiration comes in bursts, around every few months I've realised, I don't know if it's because I'm studying full time or I'm not being surrounded by the right energy but how do full time bloggers come up with content every other day?!

Hat, John Lewis (similar here)/ jeans, Topshop/ boots, Bershka/ bag, Stella Mccartney/ jacket, ALLSAINTS

I've worn this shirt an embarrassing number of times, many of my friends or people who have me in Instagram and Snapchat can vouch for that. It was a t-shirt I'd been after for months after discovering the band, Hello Operator, last year but their merch was only a temporary campaign online that I missed. POR QUE?! I only managed to get it when I went to their London gig the other week, may I add that they were INCRED.

Go give 'em a listen, oh look I've even made it easier for you to do so:


I'm very much in the mood to start writing a soppy post about life, my life, if you want to get down to business. I'm half writing this on the notes app on my phone on the train back from London to Manchester, there's always that warm wanderlust feeling that makes me proud to hop on and off trains and know I'm travelling from one familiar city to another. Times like these makes me think how could I have ever stayed in Manchester for uni? Although, don't get me wrong, it's one of the best darn cities I know. 

Train stations lie a billion and one stories, you've just crossed paths with strangers that may talk different, come from different cities and heck maybe even from around the world but in that very moment you're there and they're there.

So 2016 hasn't been the pinnacle of society's ideal year, it has even been tragic and unbearable at times but has it really been that bad? It's not even Christmas yet and I'm already banging on about the end is nigh and all that but 2016 HAS been an important year for me and it's not one I want to push aside and place in a 'FRAGILE' box in my mentality. 

I have grown (not physically since um last time I checked everything is still the same size.. yes I'm talking about you boobs), I have been hurt, I have had to watch someone close to me battle with a mental illness, I almost crossed paths with death, I have made new friends, departed from old and frankly become an attention seeking independent woman. There is nothing wrong with having high standards, what I've learned is that with high standards, I tend to pair it up with low expectations. This is the mindset I'm jumping into 2017 with, of course it might change a few months into the next year or maybe as soon as I publish this post or maybe I'm just naive but after a cascade of disappointments, I can't express how important it is to put yourself first. 

Coat, Archive by Alexa M&S/ jumper and fishnet tights, Primark in stores


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