This is just somewhere I hope I wont have to hide anymore.

I love fashion - the colors, the cuts, the trends - but this space will be more than that. This will be a living memory. Posts dotted with the special people in my life. Pictures, words, emotions. I want to remember them all. I want to pin down every moment that means everything to me. Good or bad, I don't care, I just want to remember. People I love, people I hate. Things that excite me, things that frustrate me. Smiles and tears, heartaches heartbreaks, I want to keep everything with me.

I'm Mavis, and sometimes I wish I could be perfect.

80% Locked.
 

Yesterday, I bought the biggest present I have bought any of my past boyfriends.



It was exhilarating. Yet terrifying. A huge leap of faith. I stayed out with Ninja/Joan/Dolly/Erica/Dew till I could go home. Called, made sure he was out of sight before I ran in and hid my present. Surprisingly, he was the one who couldn't wait till 12 this time.

He pulled out a book. A huge, black fabric-covered artist scrap book. On the cover, red ribbon with heart cutouts lined the edges. The first page was a quote by William Shakespeare. 3 years of memories, condensed into a book covered with glue and fingerprints.

"It was just like in Up, when you cried over their scrapbook. So, I made you one."

I cried.

Most people would think that it pales in comparison, but I felt so ashamed. What I got was what he wanted, yes, but it just an overpriced superficial accessory. His book may seem corny or cheesy. but if you know him - him who never did anything artistic, never ran around malls printing photos and buying Art Friend materials - it was something so huge my watch seemed to shrink in significance.

"I never trusted anyone so much before."



"Me too."

 

My new Hello Kitty corner! Rest are hidden behind cut cos I'm scared Momo is reading this
( The only cat I like )

Sometimes I think love is like a sparkler. It burns hot and fast, mesmerizing you with a flare of lurid color. Too brief, it fizzes out and all you're left with is an ashy stick that sears your hand. It hurts. But the right one would keep you holding on, make the pain a little duller, because just knowing that it is still in your hand makes it all worth it.

My new bb!! After hours of blood and tears it's finally done!! Mmmhmm. Ok proper update after I watch Bring It On 5.