my moon. (pt. 2)

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“come to me, my moon,” continued the rain stained note stapled to the tree, “sing me your dreams.”

and there she was, my beautiful moon. as if she heard my estranged woos after all these years. there she stood, pale and mysterious, below the same flickering streetlight i drew a moon underneath with white chalk 30 minutes earlier.

she began to emerge closer, passing tree shadows on the concrete. eyes hidden beneath a black lace cap. matching black lace covering her hands. lips, red as fresh blood. she both frightened and enticed me. it reminded me of my first funeral.

it was 5:11am. the sun, too timid to witness this moment, sat where she couldn’t be seen.

and here i was. a desperate, howling demon. my mouth watering craving, satisfied. my long lost chased dream, in front of my red veiny eyes.

calm yet undaunted, her silver eyes began to peak through the lace as she stood close enough where her cold breaths brushed against my goose bumps, “what dream is chasing you?” she muttered.

xx

DRESS by Motel

Photos by Cachet Retsos
Light Assistance by Beth Kotz

Inspired by The Addams Family
& American Horror Story

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worn out x motel – NYFW

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My look post Betsey Johnson, which you can find more photos of on my Instagram. For the show, I paired this Motel dress with a boohoo bag (so into this bag I’m probably gonna get the silver + turquoise version too) & as always, ZeroUV sunnies.

xx

Photos by Noel McGrath

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cleanse.

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similar to the feeling when you first open your eyes in the morning, reality comes rushing back to you. this world, these objects, these emotions. there has to be a restart button.

today is the day. cleanse your soul. scrub off the heavy baggage left by an ex, by a shitty old friend, by an anxious moment between you and your dad. leave it all behind. slam the door. exit. tomorrow is spring – let it be your restart button.

xx

DRESS by Motel
SHOES by Privileged
BAG by Poppy Lissiman

Photos by Jessica Castro

 

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Motel X Chicago

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A day around Chicago with my best friend.

xx

TWO PIECE SET by Motel
WHITE SHIRT DRESS by Motel
BLACK PLAYSUIT by Motel
LEOPARD COAT by Motel

BAGS by Paul’s Boutique
SUNGLASSES by Incognito
BROWN PLATFORMS by Fashion Union
WHITE LONG JACKET by Missguided

Indoor location: Dana Hotel & Spa

All photos by Kohl Murdock

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lifted.

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worn out blogstyle blog - worn outstyle blog - fashion blogstyle blog - worn outyou left for a long time today. lifted yourself out of your miserable constant, i suppose. i called to say goodbye. not because i care about you. but because i want you to care about me. a ‘courtesy call’, right? like when those telemarketers call in the middle of your dragging work day to pretend like they give a shit about your needs.

our phone conversation drifts in and out like waves. much like the presence of your emotional state. barely reaching shore. coming and going at your leisure. but i’m forgiving, i suppose. i’ll lift the heaviness in your chest because as i’ve told you many times before, the heaviness in your chest is transferable energy. because behind all your “yes” “great” “i’ll call” “i’ll email” talk i can feel the buzzing of an underlying statement: “someone come and lift me out of here”. but no one can hear your buzzing over the filler words. they can just feel it. they can identify with it. they can, regardless of your strong efforts in blocking off your leaking emotions, forgive. but i’m only forgiving because i’ve needed to be forgiven.

x

PANTS by Motel Rocks
DENIM MOTO VEST by 15 FIFTEEN (via Urban Outfitters)

Photos by Sam Doyle

Listening to: Sierra Lift
by Blue Hawaii

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creature of playing.

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you’re a creature of playing, a creature of dreams.

x

NECKLACE by BooHoo
TARTAN PANTS by Motel Rocks

Photos by Cachet

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elevated.

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worn out blogandrogynous fashionthe worn outmotel rocksthe worn outand as one last piece of advice, she said, don’t hold down the sun. and i understood it as something like this:

your brittle skin deserves to absorb the sun’s light. your veins, uninspired, crave its radiating heat. your lungs expand to the rhythm of its cycle. rising, collapsing, but breathing- a new perspective is born.

your thoughts, elevated, reach for the sun above.

x

TOP by Motel Rocks
MAXI SKIRT by Motel Rocks
BLAZER by H&M

Photos by Sam Doyle

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latch.

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“you don’t let people like that go” she said.

and i listened. with permission from my stubborn taurean ears. it’s hard not to. when i get distracted by the arch of your brows. matching the arch of your lower back. my fingertips tracing along your spine. proceeding, cautious. i am paralyzed. clench, release. a beautiful sacrifice. your presence meets mine. collided, magnetized. mesmerized by your taurean eyes. latching on to you, as advised.

x

WE HIGH 5 SHIRT by Unif
TIGHTS by Motel Rocks

Photos by Mario Pantoja

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