Russian Spies & Holden Caulfield

I am deeply attracted to anything of a bad-ass nature. Indulgence is a must sometimes, and nine times out of ten, that sometimes is now. I’m insane, intuitive and indecisive, and among the things that make my heart glow, this is what comes to me in this moment as we type:

-Classy but simple patio in the heart of the city, on a lunch date with an awesome female friend such as Laura-goose. Drinking of course, a glass of beer with a strawberry pressed onto the corner of my glass, as we engage in conversation about Russian spies and Holden Caulfield. 

-The sound of high-heels hitting the ground on a well-put-together female, preferably in a polka-dotted dress. Long dark hair and bright lipstick, sexy without a doubt. Modest. Fashionably inspirational, and compels me to spend X that same weekend on a pair of round Giorgio Armani shades. Femininity.

-Jumping into bed, naked, just as the sky turns a medium-dark-blue. 9:37, on an evening in mid-July. Window wide open, sending in a subtle breeze, and filling the air with the yummy-scented lotion which resides on my skin. Jazz music lightly playing. Candle lit beside me. Peace dominating my eccentric and questionable thoughts of the day.

-The psychology behind my purchases, my need to splurge on a polka-dotted leather schoolbag in mid-July, that is just about the cutest and classiest bag I’ve ever seen – ever. 

-Paper. The countless sheets of paper flipped by my slightly crooked finger, on the fancily decorated notepad which takes shelter on my office desk; Lists. Many, many lists that create the order of my awesome and chaotic life.

-Simplicity. The pleasure of doing absolute nothingness whilst planning, scheming, and strategizing the road to happily ever after.