my fellow dreamer

on the other side of the world

gone for a year

but still in my heart.

i think of you without thinking

and find myself dialing your number

but the electronic message 

is a rude awakening

to a present without you

to thrift stores

long drives

concerts and crafts

completed on my own

and kept aside

to show you on your return

Happy Valentine's Day!

Truth be told I don't think I've had a legit Valentine's date in probably forever, but that's okay. I love love in all its forms and shapes, so usually my friends and family are at the top of my list, and really, unlike any dude I've known, they'll always be there for me. Recently, I sent a package to a girlfriend of mine who is abroad in Korea which mainly consisted of a letter and a mix. And this mix had a CD cover. And I'm proud of it. So I'm sharing it. It's Valentine's Day! Love love!

Front cover - and a glimpse of the line-of-hearts ribbon enclosure.

For the "Shake It" mix

"Like You"

"Mean It" - the CD slips in as follows: 

Just something pretty to end it off.

And for those of you who aren't abroad in Korea, and therefore did not get a package with a mix from me, here I give to you the next best thing:

A sweet, totally sultry, blush inducing .gif of Clive Owen being....Clive Owen. You're welcome!

I die. Why can't more dudes dress like this? I swear, most girls are fans!

And now a break for sartorialism.

Okay this might be random, but there is definitely a direct correlation between this train of thought and the recent amazing weather we've been having...I absolutely love button downs on men, but thus far no man in my life has worn one of the short-sleeved variety very well. And then I saw these photos of Chuck from Gossip Girl and everything fell into place. 

THIS is how men should wear short-sleeve button down shirts. Fitted. In the summer. Fitted. Emphasis on fitted. Or at the very least - not really baggy.

And it has to be said that I'm completely aware that maybe I just want more men to look like Ed Westwick, but hey, a girl can dream.

i woke up to the sound of birds today.

and here i was, thinking it was still winter,

still time for overcoats

and tissue boxes.

and while this morning might be a fluke,

and the snow might fall in a few days,

that bird knew to fly home already.

who am i to judge its internal calendar?

maybe come february,

we should look up to the birds

instead of down to a groundhog.

No words right now, just some of my own visual inspiration...

Sources: The Sartorialist, j'ai oublié the rest (my bad)

waking up, i'm glad you're gone

out of my life

completely.

haven't thought of you lately

even when i find myself listening to the songs that used to remind me of you.

i don't miss your company,

it wasn't that great anyways.

and your wandering hands

i once found so pleasing

i now recognize as the lost ships that they were

fumbling without a guiding light.

i've kept you out of mind

because while once you turned me on

now i just feel off.

your memory doesn't make me happy

thankfully you killed the notion of that when you broke my heart

and that pain blocked out any of the great

(was there ever any?)

and eventually led to nothing.

i don't remember that pain anymore either

which i guess is good.

i just stopped remembering you.