ph: ssense
beautiful pumps! the kind you plan your whole outfit around ♥
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doubts
weheartit
love can be so complicated, and i wrote this letter with need of advice from a loving friend across the sea in the city of love, paris. not only does she understand my relationship because she helped introduce me and my boyfriend, but she is my best friend and waited six years for the man she loved to love her back.
so, several times we have both discussed what its like knowing the person you are going to marry, with your knowledge unwavering, and mine much more unsure. regardless, i have been pushing through this long distance relationship, because crying to myself about how much i miss chris makes me realize how important he is to me and how much i love him. however, not a
day goes by that i don't think about the possibility that i am "wasting" time on him, because technically we can't be together till he goes to grad school/i graduate aka two years from now. and i wonder if he is the person i am going to marry, because if so, then all this pain is worth it and i know god has a plan for this. i won't deny the fact that being long distance has taught me things about him that i never knew seeing him daily, and its forced us to use words more than ever before. but i also can't deny the pain, the annoyance when i see other couples together, and my doubts which only just worsened now and caused me to write this all out.
so today, i was talking about marriage at kirsten's house with her and larry. and she asked me about what chris always says if it ever comes up, and truth be told, he always says "ew" when his friends get married at young ages. ok, yes he's a boy who hasn't walked around dreaming of the
perfect wedding dress and the playlist to dance the magical night away ending with flying lanterns like in tangled, (ok that's me) buttt i mean i know he's a family guy. so tonight when we were skyping i asked him how old he thinks he will be when he gets married. and he said "i don't know, it depends on the situation", and i said that i expect myself to be young. as we talked about this he said that getting married would stop him from doing things he wanted to, and so naturally i wanted to know what these things were and he said going to grad school. now this just sent me for a loop because i always envisioned our engagement beginning after i graduate and
ending shortly after ( i hate long engagements as you know). i don't even know what to think now, i was like why can't you be married during graduate school, and he said that 80% or some number similar of marriages end during law school and he never would want to be a part of that. ok that's nice that he thinks ahead - but this puts me out three additional years...
most people would respond with, so what if you know then its worth the wait. but that's five-six years from now. thats a lifetime away, and who is to say that we'll even be the same people then. and i know its dumb for me to sit here planning my life away but i can't help it. life is too short to
be anything but happy and with the person you love. so i guess i'm just asking for your thoughts on this subject, if being faithful through the pain is going to be worth it in your opinion. it was weird cause i prayed about it in church the other day, and that was my answer - faithful through
the easy and hard times. but the thing is, as clear as that answer was, i still question this future plan. shouldn't i already know if he is "the one"? i feel as though you should just know, and frankly i can see myself married to him, but i also have doubts. and i always say that anything less than a yes is a no.
love across the atlantic.
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caroline brasch nielsen has great personal style! i mean remember this look?!
ha! just realized i posted that one exactly a year ago tomorrow!
wonder what she'll have in store next july ♥
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there is hope
weheartit
I wanted to tell my little love story to you guys, to tell you there is hope to get the one you always wanted. That love comes along when you least expect it to, and that all this cliché stuff is absolutely true. Your heart can skip a beat. You are able to get weak in your knees. You can fall in love at young age, and the feelings can stay there forever.
I met this guy 5 years ago. He was a classmate of my brother, and I fell in love the first time I saw and talked to him. He has this brown curly hair, and those deep and kind green eyes. Everywhere I went I was hoping to see him. I always took an extra look in the mirror before I left the house. We kept on talking. We actually never stopped talking to each other.
A few more years passed by, and I dated some guys during those years. But my heart still skipped a beat when I saw him. The one I always dreamed to called boyfriend. I never stopped hoping. To make a long story short, I fell in love with his best friend, but we really never worked out, and my feelings for the other one never went away.
Six moths ago we finally started hanging out. We were sneaking around for different reasons. One; I had a past with his best friend. Two; I was three years younger than him. Three; my parents would never accept it. But we were hanging out as often as we could, and we both fell in love. My parents told me they didn’t want me to be with him, but he never gave up on me or us.
Now I finally can call him my boyfriend. I have never been more in love. My parents are happy for us, and I’ve never felt like this. I am really happy, and I feel like this could last forever. I love how he hugs me out of the blue, how he gives me those soft kisses on my cheeks, and how great he is telling me he loves me. I miss him every time I see him drive away in his blue car, after driving me home at night. I love the smell of his cologne, and how it sticks to my shirt, or sticks to my pillow after sleeping over.
This story has made me realise that love is strong, no matter what.
I love you S
Love, I
INI MINI MINY MO
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i was just browsing through THREADSENCE- i died + went to shorts heaven ♥
such a great selection. of course i went straight for the striped ones!
ooo + their behind the scenes video is adorable. i wish i could live in it... check it out HERE.
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1. Enza Costa Hi Low Tee
2. Gucci Mirror Sunglasses
3. Alexander Wang Quillon Compact Wallet
4. Arquitectura Emocion foxtail keychain
5. Markus Lupfer Tweed Shorts
6. Deborah Lippmann Nail Polish in Happy Birthday
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norway
ph: fishywishy25
I visit this page every week to read about love across oceans, love that has been lost, love that lasts a lifetime and love that never will be forgotten. Today I want to share a different kind of love with you – the love of my country in hard times. *
I have always considered my country the safest in the world. This was my little country where we didn’t need police in the streets, where we could play in the streets with no parents watching us, where we didn’t have to lock our doors and where we are so few people that every person is a brother and a friend. This all changed a few days ago.
Norway is changed forever. We will never get back the Norway we had before July the 22nd - this because we will never forget. We will never forget the day a man got onto the scout camp and killed over 60 young adults. We will never forget the children’s screams. We will never forget the tears of the parents. We will never forget the stories the victims have told us. We will never forget the ocean of flowers outside the church. We will never forget our crying king.
No one is left untouched. We all feel so much pain. We are all crying for our children. We are all in shock. We are all watching the lists of names in the newspaper; names of children that was taken away from us in such a tragic way. It is so easy to hate the murderer. Somehow, it makes the sorrow easier to hate the man that caused all this. However, in the middle of all this, our prime minister, our king, our children and the children that survived the attack tell us not to hate.
All this darkness has taught us the value of love. Muslims are arranging concerts where over 200 000 people gather together in their hopelessness. Professional singers publish songs that they give out for free to show their support. Tour the France has a minute of silence in respect of the lost lives. Candles are lid in every window. Strangers cry on strangers’ shoulders.
This is my safe, little country and one person is not going to change that. When one person shows this much hate, we are going to show him how much love we are able to show together. I don’t think there is any better way to punish this murderer in than having his actions bringing us closer together.
Norway will never be the same again. The pain will never go away, and the tears will not be wiped away. They will be there and remind us of what we have sacrificed. It will remind that love is the only reasons to hate. The terrorist have taken a few of our roses, but can never stop spring from coming.
I could not have been more proud to call myself a Norwegian, hence the circumstances.
Thank you for all the support coming from all over the world!
*reader submission
DARK KNITS
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christine centenera always has the best pieces!
at first you may think it's just a black sweater + skirt, but when you really take a closer
look they really are such lovely designs. it's that kind of quality that speaks volumes to me.
now if only i could get a better look a that gold peek-a-booing around her neck!
PRADA OMBRÉ FRAMES
ph: my own
as some of you you may remember from my last glasses post, i had been asked to be a LENSCRAFTERS ambassador + was invited to one of their stores here in NYC! when i arrived,
i had a quick eye exam where i got to see 3D images of my eyes- i'm a nerd + loved it!
i then had a fabulous time checking out their amazing selection ♥
the best part of my visit, was finding out that they could turn any sunglasses into regular glasses by switching the dark lenses with your clear prescription! this opened up a whole new world of options + i ended up with a whole tray of sunnies to consider. my top choice ended up being some gorgeous thick-framed ombré PRADA sunglasses that were turned into regular glasses for me.
they were then fitted perfectly to my face with LENSCRAFTERS ACCUFIT system, which was a godsend since one of my ears is a little higher that the other lol.
anyway, i had a great time + needless to say, i ♥ my new glasses!
ps- if you're looking for a pair, now is the perfect time to shop the semi-annual lens event!
my dad, my hero
unknown
This entry is dedicated to my dad and he will never read it. Sad thing.*
When I was 16 I had to write an essay in school about the person I admire the most. So I wrote about my dad. My dad is not famous, nor is he rich or talented. He is not a scientist or a professor. But he is the best man in my personal world even if he doesn’t know. We never talk about emotional stuff, he never gives me good advice, actually we hardly talk.
When my dad was young he was a biker. Motorbikes were his lifestyle, his passion, his love. But this love became his doom. A few years before he met my mother, he had a terrible accident. He was actually supposed to be dead but somehow he was strong enough to survive. I know that he was in a coma and it was still not sure if he’d make it. But after 2 long months and 2 days he finally woke up.
He had millions of traumas. He couldn’t move or speak. The doctors had to use skin of his thigh for surgery on his arm. They said he would never be able to walk again. It was so sad. My dad slowly became a healthy man - I mean he slowly learned how to speak again but at the beginning, my uncle even had to take him to the toilet and wipe his bottom. He was as helpless as a newborn baby.
After a few months he said to himself: I won’t spend my life in a wheelchair. So he went to a rehabilitation centre where he fought for the strength of his legs. It took him 2 years to learn how to walk again. He still limps. His brain works slower, too.
Well, after a few years of deep depression my dad met my mother. She was visiting her cousin in Germany, whose husband was one of my dad’s friends. They immediately fell for each other - he took her to an Italian restaurant in his red VW - my mom was so impressed because at this time normal people in the Philippines had no cars. They talked English and my mom told me that my dad had a terrible German accent. But he was gentle and sensitive, caring and funny so she couldn’t forget him back in the Philippines. And a few months after they had met for the first time, my mom decided to move to Germany to spend her life with him. Best decision ever, if you ask me.
However, my dad told me once that he fought because of this little thought:
What if I have my own family one day? What if I have kids? Who will teach them how to ride a bicycle?
I cried so much when he told me this.
Today, my dad is helpless again - not as helpless as after his accident, but he needs my mom. As his brain works much slower than the brains of healthy people, he is not able to work. My mom is the main earner in our family. I know that he hates it, it must be very hard for him, so he does little jobs at his friend’s garage (my dad was a mechatronic engineer). He is slowly turning into a mentally handicapped person. That makes me so sad. He forgets things easily, he stutters a lot. It hurts so much to watch my daddy get weaker and weaker.
I love my dad. Sometimes I think he doesn’t know that because we fight pretty often. We hardly get along. My mother always says: I can’t believe that you wanted to marry your dad when you were in kindergarten. In fact, people wouldn’t belive it. I’m a total bitch and I hate myself for being like this sometimes. I’m so impatient when I try to explain something to him and he doesn’t understand immediately. My dad often has to fight my bad temper.
Last Sunday I watched a German TV show. There was an old man who was left completely alone after the death of his wife and the death of his beloved dog. And I asked myself: What will happen to my dad if my mom dies? I know I shouldn’t think about stuff like this. I started to cry.
Well Dad, I know you will never read this but here is my apology. I want you to know that no matter what I say, I love you. I admire you for your love. I want to thank you for showing me how to ride a bicycle. And thanks for the bicycle tours to the ice cream parlor. I’m sorry for saying you’re a bad cook - you just shouldn’t experiment with spice, that’s all. I want to thank you for watching my sister and me riding horses when we were young. I’m sorry for all the dreams you had that will never come true and I’m sorry for saying that your dreams will never come true. I promise that one day - when the time is right - I will do anything to make your number 1 wish come true: seeing the world with mom.
When I was 3, you were my hero. When I was 6, you were my hero. When I was 13, you were my hero - you held my hand while I got a dental brace and after that, you told me I was still beautiful. When I had a car accident at 15, you were my hero. When I had financial problems at 18, you were my hero.
You’ll always be my hero.
*reader submission
ELIZABETH & JAMES CENTINELA GLASSES
ph: my own
This isn't something I normally do on OA, but I couldn't resist sharing my new glasses from the ELIZABETH & JAMES optical collection! I couldn't get the CENTINELA style out of my mind after making my post on the collection a couple weeks ago! I love the cat-eye design + the softness the tortoise color brings to the thick frames. One of my other favorite details is how the style name is etched on the inside!
You can get the centinela frames HERE or find other styles from the collection HERE.
xo
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yes yes yes x 1000! obsessed with every detail.
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