I'm only wearing black until they make something darker

I started my spring semester today  yayy...sarcasm at its best. No but seriously I am glad to be back. After my seemingly long break, today felt like the first day of kindergarten, I was quite anxious and did not know what to expect. Overall I had a great first day at school, and things took a sudden turn on my way to the subway. The New Yorker in me thought that I could cross the streets of Boston without waiting for the "crosswalk sign" and almost was crushed by a Boston cab. Contrary to my beliefs they actually do exist!.
I called my mom to share my near death tale , which happens quite often than you may think. I found myself having a bizarre yet surprisingly humorous conversation with her. I shared my wish to be buried in all black whenever I kick the bucket, and we went on discussing funeral arrangements all including intricate black details .Quite an unusual conversation to have on a Monday morning. Well the point of this small tale of mine is that I'm absolutely obsessed with black  and I wear it every chance I get. Although my mother would disagree and say there is in fact a moral in all this and it is to wait for the cross walk sign to prevent getting run over by mythical creatures like Boston cabs.

"Who can live without some black clothes" Karl Lagerfeld 

Old Soul Young Heart

After countless hours of scrolling though pages and pages and searching the wonderful addictive world of Tumblr, I have complied a few of inspirational photographs , that are both captivating and inspiring, well to me at least. For the past 12 hours or so, I have added the word "Tumblr" behind everything I googled , things as ridiculous as "Yoga stretches", coffee mugs, deer antlers, "indie playlist, and even  "bohemian wedding ...tumblr". Why do I wish to look at boho weddings you ask? although I do not see it in my plans to be married , not in this lifestyle at least, but I swear on my last piece of chocolate cake.. I would marry anyone who allows me to have a small backyard boho wedding wearing the simplest white vintage dress.
After the day I've had , I'm afraid that if I step foot outside, I will absolutely combine the word tumblr with my sentences , heavens forbid after every word and I might just find that free spirit guy.

Baby Its cold outside

Baby Its cold outside by hadassahh featuring a bangle bracelet