Bianca, aspiring princess. Currently building a life around fashion, art, and music. A reader and a writer, as well. A little eighteen-year-old finding herself. All dressed up and no where to go. I have inspirations and aspirations. This is my world. Please click "click" on the right and see.
More than anything, my mission throughout my whole adolescent life has always been to find myself, to define myself, and to be sure of myself. Now that I'm eighteen, I feel as though I'm finally freeing myself from the constraints of others. On my way out of high school, I can feel the foundation of my true self being laid down. And I can finally have the courage and confidence to express myself without any inhibitions.
To put it simply, I am a sculptor carving myself out little by little. I love beauty, love aesthetic, and love living beautifully. The whole point of my blog is not to set trends, nor to show off, but to keep track off my life, my loves, and my aspirations. In this big, vast world this blog is my escape to a world that I created for myself. My world, my rules.
To anyone who stumbles upon this blog, or anyone who feels inspired in anyway, or anyone who is truly listening to what I have to say, thank you. You have pulled me into existence.*
*This last line was inspired by the short story "Teddy" by J.D. Salinger:
"If I hadn't seen them [the orange peels], then I wouldn't know they were there, and if I didn't know they were there, I wouldn't be able to say that they even exist. […] Some of them are starting to sink now. In a few minutes, the only place they'll still be floating will be inside my mind. That's quite interesting, because if you look at it a certain way, that's where they started floating in the first place. If I'd never been standing here at all, or if somebody'd come along and sort of chopped my head off right while I was –" (2.17-19)
Here's a lengthy piece dedicated to myself if you're curiously curious enough to want to know even more about me. I'm a girl born in 1995. Growing up, I've had a love for language that's been innate within me up until now. I've found an understanding in things such as English, fashion, and food, which comes to me without any clear reasoning. I'm not a fan of physics, chemistry, or even history. I feel my brain does not function the same instinctive way as it does with literature and design.
I'm a self-proclaimed non-conformist who doesn't like other people touching my stuff, so to speak. I like being individual and standing out. A pet-peeve of mine is being called normal. I have a few temporary companions, yet I aspire to be a full-fledged loner by the time I'm out of high school. I love having tons of friends though, I just prefer surrounding myself with the people I truly appreciate.
My taste in clothes changes every second. I have identity crises, I admit. But I know what I like, and my taste spreads out to a whole wide-set array of looks. I'm finding my way though, finding myself. My musical tastes lie solely within two categories: indie and oldies. I do not even touch hip hop and r and b (the "cool" music.) I don't have the appreciation nor understanding for either one.
Above all, my heart is stuck in olden times. I'm a huge retro, vintage, and antique enthusiast. I am fascinated with everything that is not within my time period. I lay mainly within the fifties and sixties. I cannot explain how badly I'd wish to travel back in time.
I'm a rather critical person, if you can't tell already. I have a true disdain towards the typical kids my age. I can't even explain. The tastes and the hypes and the music. I just don't see the aesthetics anywhere. Of course, not everyone. Mostly people from my school are who I'm criticizing. You can say I'm a "hater." I keep my distance, though. Just as I like it.
