The Edge.. there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. ~Hunter Thompson

wild nights lately, filled with glitter and balloons.
I love the recent balance of reading 140 pages on hermeneutics in the afternoon, then throwing my fur over the little dress I am wearing and going out and crazy.

I'm alive I'm a mess

' The sky is way bigger than I ever thought it could be

I really can't see where it ends

Clouds like bubbles in a sink touching my face

Makes me forget how to think '

Those Dancing Days- Run Run

as much as I love the crazy haze of the night, filled with smoke and sounds, I have to admit I am a real loner at times.

I can smoothly spend a whole weekend by myself, a pile of books and floods of coffee, then dancing around the room with a glass of wine or drowning in eccentric movie characters.

there is something amazing about backing out a little that I need like a flower needs the sun.

especially when travelling or strolling around the city sometimes I even pretend not seeing people so that I don't have to put away my book or turn off the music that's currently playing in order to do the regular chit-chat.

this might not be the most social behaviour but I found out that these moments are pure serenity and a source of recreation to me;

it almost holds some sort of ruminant character-

just walking and seeing where it takes me- never are my senses as open and perceptive, never does my mind run freer, which is all I need to be refreshed sometimes.

faux leather skinnies amisu, faux fur hat, boots and leather jacket h&m, random jewelry and shirt.

we're all angels in wild costumes

..so don't be fooled.

after two days blissfully spent on the couch, not wearing pants, smoking and listening to 'those dancing days' I don't feel up to getting back into what's called reality by monday morning.

p.s.: I'm horrible at crediting my pictures lately, I just seem to push the save-button all of the time so if there's anything you would like to have removed, please tell!

there is love.

always one of the most intense couples to me and a reminder that after all, love is possible.

looks like tonight I will be spending a quiet night in for the second time in a row and I am seriously in love with it.

something so seductive about heating up apple glogg and casually watching movies while getting some stuff into order- something that magically never happens during the week.

call me boring but I deal with a quiet saturday as long as tuesday's on fire.

bomb in a birdcage

nothing like the almighty calming powers of gingerbread latte after a turbulent weekend.
hamburg was the spot of events with marit larsen's concert (who by the way is an elf) taking place, meeting friends and the mandatory night out.

I hope you'll bear with me for posting pictures of a quite similar getup but I couldn't bothered with thinking about clothes really lately. all I do is throwing things together and look where it takes me. which, on the other hand might be just as effortless as it gets which is one of the key qualities of good dressing to me.
I found out that combining a simple white shirt, a good bunch of rings and amazing shoes pretty much does it for me at this point and then there is nothing like some heavy fur to blend thing together.

I made a number of estranging encounters these past days which made me realize that in terms of emotional trouble there is not much of a difference between the most genius and the most simple of minds.
you might very well call my attitude of always carrying at least one book with me an obsession and I am drawn to all things intellectual but sometimes I feel after everything we know and learn, all the knowledge we achieve, exactly this might be the dilemma of the intellectual-
because even if we technically know why we feel the way we feel, this won't stop us from feeling damn awkward and confused sometimes.

another lecture intense week lies ahead so after my ritual of applying the body shop's trusty body butter I will get cozy in between the sheets now.
I granted myself two last cream cheese sandwiches tonight as I believe that our mental condition is directly influenced by our body's state and although I don't seem to be able to cut down on my obvious dependencies, a healthy diet is part of my plan now.
h&m faux fur and shirt, DIY ripped jeans, lush bag, divided exclusive shoes

slow heart dark wait down love black canvas

too much wine yesternight. realized that tuesdays always seem to end up with people and bottles crowding my room and then rushing out of the house. got crazy on the dancefloor. headbanging. walked home alone in a heavy fur coat filling my lungs with the cold late autumn air, feeling lucky that the club is only a 5 minute walk away from home. woke up early without my alarm bell ringing to go to uni then realizing there is far more sense to getting back into bed with hot chocolate and whipped cream, finally being able to read through my issues of hildesheim-based literature mag Bella Triste (there's nothing quite as beautiful, wild, devoured and enthralling as the literature of the presence- and future) and working on texts for my writing seminar. a city is always the people that make it and I'm deeply overwhelmed by the creative energy here at moments. there's no place I'd rather be which feels close to perfect now.

mango dress, vanilla fur gilet, h&m boots (yes, they adhered to my feet now) and random jewelry.

the opposite of hallelujah

those busy days didn't really leave me any room to catch up on myself mentally.
even more pleasant was the opportunity to go to hamburg to attend the opening of the first german weekday store - and the train ride that comes with it.
nothing like hours of letting the country rush by to force yourself to pause and just dwell on your own company.
it's amazing how much creative energy lies in these serene moments, while just reading and listening to music I filled my notebook with a good amount of material for future prose and verses.
naturally, thursday and weekday's store opening was quite the contrast, let me just tell you those swedes know how to party (hence my slightly manic appearance in the picture, bear with me for this time).
back home from visiting another friend's university location over the weekend I found I had received my pair of the divided exclusive shoes that I instantly fell for.
if only I had already owned them pre-weekday. but then again, there will be another weekend and I'm already eyeballing at the next which is approaching with a concert and a friend's birthday.
next week is going to be sucking me in again so I am taking tonight for all of the lecture that is always squeezed into bus rides and short breaks (I'm currently reading mian mian's 'panda sex' and 'thus spoke zarathustra' by nietzsche) and taking care of my finger nails so they can chip and look proportionally messy to the week's progression.
I'm wearing a h&m faux fur, only mongolian vest, fishbone pants, h&m boots and shirt and random jewelry.