(no. not 50 shades. gross. what kind of a blog do you think this is?)
i think it's easy to say that my life revolves around black and grey. i love them. colours? what are those? so this is my home... white walls, and black and grey art. black and grey clothes and jewelry smattered everywhere. black and grey everything. perfect.
i think it's easy to say that my life revolves around black and grey. i love them. colours? what are those? so this is my home... white walls, and black and grey art. black and grey clothes and jewelry smattered everywhere. black and grey everything. perfect.
it just feels right.
there's something about grey and black. something so haunting but safe. something cool, but warm. there's a piece of me that could sit in darkness, because it just feels anonymous. and i like it that way. like if everyone had to wear only black and grey, we'd truly see what people were made of. if people could only see in greyscale, there would be a lot more emphasis on a person, and not on that which decorates them.
maybe that's where my love comes from.