My life - not that anyone cares.

Here is a compilation of things that define my life. Because, yaa know, I'm super interesting & shit.

Coffee running through my blood.

Marlboro

100's.

My kitten, Meg.

Extraterrestrial lyfe.

Wanderlust.

Anxiety, Insomnia, Hypochondria, Etc.

Mi familia.... Lord knows I love 'em.

Words.

Incurable hunger. Aka I have the appetite of a 16 year old boy.

Haeven.

iPhone. Hormones. Nonsense.

Musical energy.

..........& if ya don't know, now ya know, nigga.

WILDfuckingFOX.

Can we just talk about how incredible the new Wildfox White Label, Fall 2012 line is?! I swear, every single time they come out with a new collection, I fall more in love. The subtle 90's inspiration and emulation, as well as the angle vs. devil theme..... PERFECT.
Also, the new Wildfox model, Luisa Bianchin, is so adorable. She makes me want to dye my hairz orange. Help!

I want you, entire.

"I want to know how many scars you have

and memorize the shape of your tongue. 

I want to climb the curve of your lower back

and count your vertebrae

your ribs

your fingers

your goose bumps.

I want to chart the topography of your anatomy

and be fluent in your body language.

I want you, entire."

-unknown

posting this because it's perfect.......

Taylor Hawkins.

I know I say this all the time about various different individuals, but seriously Taylor Hawkins is the perfect man. Seriously. I'm almost certain that I am in love. If anyone knows how I can get him to divorce his wife & marry me.... hit me up, yo.

Hyde Park Rambling.

I'm sitting in the park and the wind is blowing and I'm thinking about how nice it would be to be in love. I'm waiting for my friends who are late, once again. Why does it seem that I'm always waiting.... for someone, something. Either waiting or rampantly rushed...... with someone waiting for me? It seems a bit ironic. Someone's always waiting, I suppose.

I wish I could paint a picture of this scene. But I'm no good with words and I won't even try. Something always ends up over exaggerated or depreciated and everything ends up completely misrepresented. And I'm a mess, I'm all over the place. I'm all over this page.

I'm wearing crochet and my hair is straight and it smells quaintly of lemongrass and musk. It's Wednesday. I haven't done anything profound or relevant and I'll blame it on the fact that it's Wednesday.