Expensive things always manages to keep my mind of what ever makes me sad for a while, I buy shoes when my heart is aching and handbags when I feel lonely. Marc Jacobs is my theraphist, only difference is he only listens after I payed and brought one of his things home. Sure I can visit him at South Audley Street but I have to take him home to be open my heart and I often do. Charles laughs at my big bags of cloths and shoes but he doesn't understand. To feel beautiful is a way to escape panic. I don't think anyone can deny that although it may not be the whole truth.
I usually go shopping drunk and smelling like Old Raj gin. Never ever with company other than cigarettes.
I know I'm not alone in this, hiding my sadness in pretty things, and Ally sweet sweet Ally does agree with me.
8 comments:
What a unique perspective on things. I guess material things can help us walk away--at least for a moment--from reality. But sometimes I wonder if I prefer reality, even if it hurts, for coming back to what makes us lonely after walking away from it might be worse. Maybe not.
Aquiles
mm, marc jacobs is my best friend.
i guess that people who never tasted the most rubyred on a tuesday afternoon while filling the lungs with smoke from the milky way and lighting up a room with a marc jacob faithfully laying nonchalant next to them, don't understand the way it feel. but let's face it, it feel's to good not to try it... bisous chérie
I love MJ, too! :)
have a lovely week and don't be sad...
xoxo
Hiding my sadness in pretty things...love that line. I hide my sadness behind sunglasses and lipstick mostly.
Smoking kills, you know...
I know Avy my dear, that is one of the many perks with smoking.
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