Seeing as tomorrow is my favourite Virgo's birthday, I thought maybe it would a cool, sisterly thing to compile a few quotes that will make you fall in love with her -- or something close. Ensure that your have yourself braced to swoon at the things my favourite soon-to-be 16-year-old says. K cool.
Hey you lot! I know it's been a while since I've done a Monday Music post but here I am -- making dubious artwork and letting you in on my favourite tunes lately. I hope you enjoy this post and that your Monday is far from blue.
I heard this song from Ocean's first studio album (Channel Orange) for the first time last night. AND I'm hooked! I even changed my twitter bio after the third listen. Ahahaha. It's definitely not new music but it's new to me. I guess I have to take a closer listen to Channel Orange one of these days.
I've had this song on repeat for a few weeks now. As I tweeted a while back the most potent part of the offering for me is the husky, breaking quality of Cole's voice. Swoon swoon.
It's hard to believe that there's Lana Del Rey Music I heard for the first time last night, especially since I even bought myself the Paradise edition of Born to Die as a birthday prezzie. Of course I haven't played that CD (I don't have a CD player/radio.) This song is so cheeky and I love it. ahahah. I hope the "artwork" makes sense after listening to the song.
Happy Music Monday!
Imagine me sitting at a wooden breakfast table. It's imperfect, shabby wood -- the best kind. The sun is generously shinning in and my toes wiggle under the table, enjoying the warmth. My black ink pen is stuck in my hair and I have the newspaper turned to the Jobs sections. I use a neon pink highlighter to mark all the promising job ads. My writing journal, which is still very empty -- nearly two years later. My mug of coffee steams and wafts throughout the room. If it were a better brand it would have filled all my senses by now.
I keep thinking that if only this ELLE job were more writing centred I'd be a shoe in for the final, or better, winning. That's on good days when my confidence is just above acceptable levels and I acknowledge that with great editing and writing-conducive environment I could be a decent writer. But it's not. It's called The Style Reporter and I could not be much moved by what people are wearing unless they ask me to guess how cheap it was or which relative left it to them.
We need to talk about how gorgeous Oluchi is.
That's me: searching for a job, inhaling coffee aromas, self-braiding my hair, not writing and generally daydreaming through life. Today's a good day.
I hope you're all well.
*Title Where Have You Been - Rihnna