Carla Can't Love

Rainy day selfies.

Sunday afternoon bliss.

Sometimes I feel pretty. Right meow is one of those times.

Dumb pose, dunno what the fuck I’m doing but…

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ME! I spoiled myself with a chrysoprase ring. Oh Carla… you shouldn’t have! 

Taken last year when I was about to go to my first day of uni. My cat never looks happy in photos, she’s always a sourpuss when the camera comes out… probably one of the million reasons I love her so much. 

Bam! Cover for my diary done. Now it’s not a boring, fake blue leather. It’s an exciting, colourful fabric pattern. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me. I bought myself a Christmas/birthday present because I’m a sick and sad. Gorgeous Indian silk reversible sari skirt and little silver feather pendant from the best shop in the world, World Bazaar. 

So this morning I woke up to the mail man honking his horn and pretty much as I got up he drove away, so I was super pissed because I knew he was delivering my Bird Lovers pack from Meetri. Then when I went out later Mel was like ‘Check the mailbox’ because I don’t think of really obvious shit like that like she does, and my package was in there! Eeeee, so pleased with my purchase. :)

I normally hate these kind of posts, but… Sometimes I think I would rather be poor and have a social life, than be earning heaps and be too busy/tired all the time to do stuff. Camella is in Brisbane and the one person I can go out with is at a friend’s drinking. I remember when it felt like I had handfuls of friends I could go to if I wanted to get loose and go out. I wish the rest of my night ahead of me didn’t consist of shaving my legs and tidying my room. Work was rubbish.

Born on the sun’s lips, with our heads floating up high and all weight gone from our bodies.

i’m really bad at being a girl. first time i straightened my hair in like two years! wooh. :)