My love is not easy to explain.
It is an ache inside me; reminding me that I would rather hurt than be wrong. It is the part of me that clings to promises both unbreakable and unknowable. 73 more words
Despite being a huge advocate for the power clash, prints have definitely taken a backseat in my wardrobe over the past few months, and you might have noticed a hugely different wardrobe over the summer to that of last summer, when I was all about the floral. 222 more words