Story Time: I Go To Ridiculous Lengths For Clothes

Have you ever found yourself dialling the number of every River Island in the country in a bid to hunt down a jacket? No? Oh. Just me, then. (Photo by Maurizio Cattelan & Pierpaolo Ferrari)

Here’s What Happened When, After London Fashion Week, I Shit Myself

Why’s the poop emoji so smug? What’s a poo pod? Did I shit myself at LFW? Do selfie sticks have more use than one? These questions, and more, answered within. (Photo via themesltd, edited by me)

I Came, I Saw, I Unsuccessfully Contoured

In which my majestic friend, Gemma, and I attempt to navigate the murky brown waters of contouring. Spoiler alert: we don’t do it well.

Story Time: I’m Failing At Life

I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT I’M DOING THOUGH. SOMEONE SEND FOR HELP. (ph via Charlotte Audrey Owen-Meehan, who is an artist you should *totally* check out because her art is v. colourful and v. awesome)

Why Are Periods So Taboo? Let’s Dive Into The Red Stuff

COME RIDE THE CRIMSON WAVE WITH ME and push a few haters off their boards on the way. (ph by Georgia Grace Gibson, who you should totally check out ’cause she’s crazy talented)

Story Time: Anxiety Is a Bitch

Following my post on depression, I thought I’d pen a post about anxiety. Cara basically looks how I feel every time I’m coaxed into a social situation. (ph via theluxuryspot)

I’ve Been Peacocking For Years and I Didn’t Even Know It

peacocking (noun) 1. Ostentatious dress or behaviour employed by a man in an attempt to impress women. (via wiki)

2.     The art of dressing like a mutha-fluffin’ boss in order to beguile onlookers. (But mainly just ’cause doing so gives us the good feels.)