Vintage Cali Bag

Everything thirted except my skirt from From forever21. I watched purple rain yesterday and the song has finally hit me as hard as it did in its hay day. It inspired me to look deep down and explain what I left unknown

First Class

Traveling back from Texas, I encountered a woman. She's the epitome of class. Her demeanor spoke volumes to someone aspiring to be half of what she has become. I felt so honored to be in her presence.

Diary Entry

Im still fighting. I cant believe what might be happening to me. There is no logical explanation for anything I feel. Im in need of a remedy, Im having trouble sleeping. Karma should have no reason to taunt me, so why am I cursed. The feelings are growing stronger, I am becoming a beautiful fool.


I unsuccessfully attempted to rid myself of my Mr. Quicksand. I have fallen for him like a fool. I tell myself he belongs to everyone and no one. A walking contradiction, no good, cold hearted man. I have said one of these words at least once a day and my feelings still remain. Idiot. I make him seem horrible when in reality I have never experienced being as happy as I am around him. He is actually a sweetheart, I haven't met one person to object other than myself. Sometimes he opens up and it eats me alive only because I feel as if the words might slip off my tongue. The need to go off on a tangent to get the point that he is amazing across to him. If only he knew how I felt.

A Day Late

These pictures were taken yesterday and I forgot to post them because the season has finally picked up I'm so busy.

Diary Entry

I never write about running. I never write about how fast I ran, or my aspirations beyond college. To put it simply I feel like "whats understood don't need to be explained". I'll ramble on and on about fashion, entertainment and my love interest for hours. The reason for it all is because without words I can not express how I feel. If I dont write memoirs of those things down, they will run off with the wind. Those areas of my life make up a story that im dying to share with strangers. I want to be closer to them, for us to connect.
 The difference with running is that I find it very intimate. Most of my day is spent releasing all that I am,  aggression, passion, tenacity, and determination. I run against the clock, and numbers don't need words to have value. I have no desire to write about how bad I want to make an Olympic team because the sweat on my brow should speak loud enough. The aching soreness in my thighs should be enough explanation. The blank reoccuring stare of focus should easily communicate that Im no where near the greatest right now. The whole world isn't waiting on my next race, but not of that matters because what I am capable of, what I will push myself to become, there is no word to explain it, nor a person to predict. Im preparing to seize the moment, not to win over an audience.

No Boys Allowed.

For the past few months I've felt out of place. Every trip home reminded me of the spark that me and my older sister started. Some how I let people push me back into a box. Trying to avoid criticism and anxiety I let my half of the deal fade. The ideas continued to circulate but I stayed complacent, unaware of how to balance it all.   Its crazy how were taught to play it safe, but like the saying goes "If you never go to far, you'll never know how far you can go".  So here goes everything. Im not expecting you to understand, Im expecting you to doubt me. Some will say im spreading myself to thin, but my element has always been outside of the norm. There's an emptiness within me because I cant keep holding back. Its the only way for everything to come together.


A late night turned into an early morning. Ive spent the entire night trying to figure out how to walk away from nothing. So why is it so hard, why can't I send that message. I feel like getting ghost is the only solution. But I can't not now not yet. I just need a few more days to cherish how he makes me feel. How comfortable I am around him. I could continue this rant for pages. I caught feelings even though I said I never would. So I'm left with the only option. To keep everything inside always inside. Just let things continue to flow and enjoy everything about him that I find amazing

Diary Entry

Today was one of those days. I consumed myself with reading, and anything fashionable. Mainly because I love to partly because I'm trying to keep him off of my mind. everything was going smooth until the vibration of my phone interrupted Anita Baker's sweet singing. glancing at the text message my whole day changed for the better. It's crazy how he can do that. He always has been able to, Mr. Quicksand.

Boxed In

Today is my day off from the track, I'm very grateful for that. Instead of carelessly shopping downtown my mouth is swollen from a root canal. A surprise root canal so to say I had no clue until I was under the knife.

Asos marketplace items

So I'm listing these items on Asos marketplace, the dress and both tops in the pictures.


Just as everything worth mentioning usually is it started as a fling. We shared kind smiles and great hugs. Every tuesday I saw him. Tuesday was our day, well in my eyes anyway. I adored him from the beginning.

Bald Head Dillemas

Choosing a hair style is one of the most important decisions you can make having short hair. To look soft or edgey is always where I become indecisive. This time I'm thinking ahead, whether to grow my bangs out or not.  I've always loved bangs and I wear them well, I usaully add weave but I cant deal any longer. This past weekend I had a trackmeet and I just died to have this Rhianna like mohawk that was absolutely beautiful! The problem was that prior to that I was weave-less for nearly 9 months. The whole itching, spritz, blow dryer, stiff look Is something I cant deal with any more. Im concentrating on taking care of my own hair, growing out my bangs should be fun.

Fallen leaves

The season has Changed but living in Florida makes it very difficult to follow the fashion rules. There is a chill be no where near enough to think about layering a thing. So in these first few days of the New year I'm still playing with some pieces from 2010.

Reading Jeremy Dante

Reading from really sparked a question. A story of how he brought a cover of vibe magazine to a high school classroom to Define hip hop as a description of all things American was mind blowing. In that moment he became what I aspire to be , then as I continued to read I realized what's holding me from indulging in the creative realm is the restraints and conformity to be like everyone else. The lacking ability to realize what I enjoy musically and artistically affects my style and choice of fashion. The vast variety of items I mix and match, my obsession with ties, bows, and badass jackets go hand in hand. Food for my brain

My sassy lips!

So I'm finally getting back into the groove of things. Being a journalism major is draining at times always reading, I'm always torn between politics and fashion. There's a blog on here named highheelsandpolitics I wish I thought of that before her lol. Any who I've read all the gossip columns I could possibly find. Yal know I don't tell the tea until its sweet so here goes the recap...

Finally Jay & the QUEEN B! Have brought a little girl into the world ivy blue carter is her name (awwww) I really hope everyone who said she was faking her pregnancy bite their tongue and bleed lol. These people are a power couple, an amazing black MARRIED couple yet being the crabs in the bucket they define us to be Yal talk so bad about a child and actually called it a demon! Since when Yal was calling out demons?? You guys have no clue where they at with Christ but since they doing well it must be the devil! Im praying for you guys cause that's absurd. I believe that God is alive and living and willing to bring prosperity in any black persons life.
Girl I'm bout to start preaching lets move on...
This may not be major to you guys but one of the original members of #teambaldhead has made their way back home to the edged up cut and short curls!!! You don't have have to love me you don't even have to like me but you will respect me cause ima BOSS! Yes Kelis came back to the bald side. She did a spread in Hunger magazine and she was adorable.

Class in Session

Spring semester started today at this lovely institution I'm enrolled in, the University of Florida. It's January and the weather is still on crack so I mean you gotta just go for it.

Swag wrecked

The to do list for today is outrageous, if I find 20 minutes to myself I'll be surprised. Mistakes made wishes made. Prayers prayed.