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It's true, I've invested a slice of my soul over in the dark side of blogging. Tumblr.

This will be a lot more focused on the work I'm doing music wise, for Big Scary Monsters/tour life/etc etc.

I'll be back eventually with some more meaningless drivel. But for the time being, to save myself or my work/heart/ideas/funtimes/love/hates/writing/pictures being ripped off, I'm taking a Christmas vacation from you, dearest blog.

In the mean time, I would like to point your attention to this wonderful blog;

http://myplasticletters.blogspot.com

Sure, I may be biased. But I do adore this blog, I'm kind of craving a huge shopping spree because of it and hey, when was that ever a bad thing?

GUEST BLOG: Natalie from Myplasticletters.blogspot.com

Oh, yes it's that time of year again. And whilst i was trying to conjure up a blog full of festive and kitsch decorations to display here. I failed miserably. Now, it just so happens, that this year, i am lacking in funds. And i can't spend as much money on friends and family as i would like, and to be honest, i hate that! I think that going out, and buying piles and piles of gifts for your loved ones is one of the biggest and best part of Christmas. So, in this blog, i have decided to put gifts up that if i could have bought for Miss Danielle... Then i would have!!! Reading that back, i've realised this is probably going to be more depressing than lovely, as all she'll be able to do is stare longingly at the gifts she won't be reciving from me this year... Sorry Danielle! Ha :)

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You can all visit Natalie's blog here; http://myplasticletters.blogspot.com/

(NB: Most goodies can be found at; www.urbanoutfitters.com or by ebaying/vintage shop hunting for rest! - Elle)

Let's take a moment to admire how lovely Zooey Deschanel is, shall we? Really, I adore this lady's sense of style. She is extremely chic and demure at all times, while still managing to remain perfectly stylish. It really is something wonderful and I feel like a lot more girls could benefit from her example in the style stakes.

However, this week I have taken inspiration from this photo - sadly not the sweet little ensemble, it's winter here in London. I have been rocking this gorgeous hairstyle for the last 2 days now and I will say this, compliments on it from strangers are up by 3-4 a day. Which really is a first for me. I adore it, it's super simple to do and let's be honest, it's super rad & cute! A win/win hairstyle!

Dylan

Winter is everywhere now, the air inhaled into my lungs is sweet and crisp with a frosty edge. Dylan's creamy vocals sink into my ear drums, the sophistication of his words turning my quick steps to leisurely. His fingers move across the strings of his guitar to churn each feeling in my body, reaching into my soul with his words and grasping at love and hate, desire and faith. God knows what I would have done without him on the kind of long nights that stretch across months rather than hours.

Laying there in the dark, sheets bathed in moonlight and the stars painting patterns across a black canvas, he takes me further out of myself than any lover. Drawing me into his life's emotions, he embraces my body in an overwhelming sense of belonging. Dylan wanders unabashedly around my room, lays beside me and infiltrates the darkest recesses of my mind. With each inhale I'm drawing myself closer to a fulfilment of unexplainable understanding of the world, how each individual becomes a puzzle piece, he's explaining this all to me, soothing my doubts, stirring my curiosity, urging me to strive for a existence fuled by emotion, longing and hunger for knowlege.

There is an ironic play of mirrors, reflecting plays of light, plays of thought. Even when I feel as though this connection is slipping away, he gently reasserts his presence, his rightful place in my little book of ambitions, needs, wants, loves. Dylan becomes distant from each song just as I become distant from my feelings, we rediscover what we'd rather push behind us together, this way I know we're not alone.


Dylan's voice runs like a shudder through the times that have changed, an echo of hope that now rings with the hollowness of a failed warning.

One from the archives - June 2007

There is something quite terrifying about driving alone, in the dead of night with only the ghostly vocals of Dylan to keep you company.
Your only companion is the tales of a mans past, your own head full of bad memories and the blinding lights of the streets. Blinding lights that turn into water colors of the most beautiful yellows and burnt oranges. They stain your skin like some freshly primed canvas, tracing lines down the canvas stretched over your bones, the curve of your neck until they soak away into nothing in the collar of your shirt.
Night after night I find this to becoming re-occuring. It scares me to feel that my soul emotion of confusion forces me from the warmth and safety of my bed to put myself in a position of vulnerability. I visit places miles out of my way, just to find something safer than what I allow myself to be lead into. It worries me yet I do nothing about it. I joke and laugh off what otherwise is a serious matter. Maybe I'm hoping to be saved by a prince that doesn't exist. It's a tough call and I'm not prepared to make it. Not excited at discovering what lies around the corner in waiting. I'm more content to shrug it off, play my part, get lost in the darkness, the street lights, the clouds brewing in my head.

In all honesty, there should be nothing to complain about. I'm self indulgent, just in need of an anchor that wouldn't mind curling up in bed with me and promising me everything will be okay. Even if we both know, it might be a while until that much is true.

Conversation between Sills & Bills....

Nat: Alex whatshisface Alexa Chungs boy looked hot at reading

Nat: He never usually is.

Danielle: Haha it's the hair

Danielle: Long hair and a guitar and girls swoon, even if they are against said swooning.

Danielle: Seriously, you fight it like crazy but your knees start to talk to your lady garden and you're done for.

Danielle: I wish twitter had enough characters so I could quote myself.....