The Art Of Life

This blog is a vessel to any and everything I find interesting. I chose to create this blog because I wanted to share my love for art work, films, fashion, poetry etc. Although, I might wonder off with Ideas and logic that doesn't necessarily involve those things I will still be expressing myself. This blog is me, obviously. And as I grow this blog will also grow. I'm willing to share what I learn everyday, what I experience, how I feel and most of all The Art of Life.-Elleleighchell
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Bollare Blog: Planet Blue x Foam Magazine Gift Bag Giveaway

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This Sunday, Bollare planned the Planet Blue x Foam Magazine Coachella pool party & we have some seriously exciting news to share! One Bollare buddy will win the official PB x Foam Magazine Gift Bag!! Included in the gift bag is NCLA nailpolish, Quay Eyewear sunglasses, Incipio iPhone case,…

If he’s not calling you, it’s because you are not on his mind. If he creates expectations for you, and then doesn’t follow through on little things, he will do same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he’s okay with disappointing you. Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do. If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs. “Busy” is another word for “asshole.” “Asshole” is another word for the guy you’re dating. You deserve a fcking phone call. - Greg Behrendt (via larmoyante)

Omg sooooo true!

(Source: larmoyante)

A Sad Poets Habits.

I’m in love with this poet and he doesn’t even know. Sitting in a coffee shop all alone, writing the saddest story of how he has no one, and when he gets stuck & his mind fogs up, he has this habit—he begins to clean his glasses, as if it would help him think more clearly. He stretches his arms wide, as if he’s grabbing for words out the sky. He looks around at the strangers in the room, maybe to ask advice? Something I know he’ll never do. Then he reads a few pages from a worn out book, it doesn’t have a title on the cover, but I imagine it’s about two star crossed lovers. And in the moment he places the book down he looks up at me, he smiles, then picks up his pen and continues writing…Thinking I’m his motivation would be over thinking, when in reality It’s this sad poets habits that motivate me…