3.30.2009
regardez à la femme
3.28.2009
Tu l’arroses mystique?
speak to me.
3.26.2009
no name.
"i was afraid that cause mary louise was in town,
She could suck all the air around herself and sell it on,
When she's in town, the birds storm out from their trees,
When she's in town, the birds come out for fear of missing out,
Oh and I found her, she was all about hanging out,
She's a nasty piece of work, but we figured it out,
Still when she's in town, hours slip away,
When she's in town, the birds come out for fear of missing out,
When she's about, hours disappear..."
New unnamed kooks song, a tidbit of the lyrics for one's disposal.
3.25.2009
and so a story is told
i have never been so passionate about shoes. not only do i need them all on my feet, i need them all in my life in general. i feel as though each shoe has a personality, a story, and repricussions, for example, CAUTION: shoe may cause superhuman capabilities. in fact, calling them shoes, as i peviously did, seems rather unjust.
Courtesy of: JakandJil
bra---sear.
Anna Brewster
bright eyes
3.24.2009
last of the english roses
pete doherty, my husband, you have simply done it again.
love you forever.
3.23.2009
couture is art.
hate it or love it
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