Thursday, November 28, 2013

Railroad Hussy



"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."

-Friedrich Nietzsche
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Fur Vest, blouse & Metallica rock tee, vintage
ish pants, UNIF
flatforms, Jeffrey Campbell
beanie, UO
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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Fearing the Reap

You reap what you sow blah blah blah.
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I guess we don't always take that to heart.

But we're all doing mighty fine, I guess.

I guess it ain't that bad, because we weren't purposely reaping some major poo at the time. Were we cutting ourselves short? Hey the poo is better than nuthin. Should we be reaping less and contemplating a little more before head-diving into the reap action in the first place?

Maybe. I guess. Who knows. I don't have many answers obviously. I shouldn't be complaining at 2 am. The grass seems greener on any other side than the one you're butt is on anyway.

Late night pizza, get at me. The humming of that fridge is getting on my nerves and kinda nice at the same time.
Goodnight y'all.

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you should follow me on the ol' gram if you like pics of pizza (username: sevesnaps)







CHOIES sent me these amaze balls cat crazy leggings, check them out here

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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Destination Unknown

Who knows what we want, we just know what we don't.

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vest, tee & hat, Wasteland
leather pants, All Saints
shoes, Steve Madden
sunglasses, Ray Ban

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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Muscle Memory

Getting back into the groove via muscle memory.

Shy at first, but a little limbering up, and voila !
You got it.

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top, Wasteland
pants, lenni
shoes, Jeffrey Campbell
rings, Mania Mania
bracelet, vintage

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

These streets

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Im quite aware that the 4th has passed, but when these flare babies crossed paths with my paws, I couldn't resist.

Unfortunately my brain fart has inhibited me from typing anything worth reading, I apologize.

Happy week lovers

xxx

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top c/o UMGEE
jeans&coat&boots, wasteland
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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Deception in the memory

Looking over your shoulder, smells and songs seem to bring us back to something we forgot. But random faces at night, daydreams and other cues seem to revive the subconscious and electrify your heart into remembering unfinished melodies.

Or maybe we just like to believe they're something they're not. In any case, it feels good.

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It feels like I only go backwards baby,
Every part of me says "go ahead".
But I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.

I know that you think you sound
silly when you call my name
But I hear it inside my head all day.
When I realise I'm just holding onto
the hope that maybe
your feelings don't show...

It feels like I only go backwards baby,
Every part of me says go ahead.
Then I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.

The seed of all this indecision isn't me, oh no,
'Cause I decided long ago.
But that's the way it seems to go when trying
so hard to get to something real,
It feels...

It feels like I only go backwards baby,
Every part of me says "go ahead".
But I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again.
Feels like we only go backwards darling.
-Tame Impala

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dress&kimono&boots, Wasteland SF
knot bracelet, Kurt Geiger
clear resin ring, SFMOMA gift shop


Friday, July 5, 2013

And...we're still standing


My friend Hak, who recently moved back to Korea after graduating this past semester, introduced me to his favorite poem by Jean Luis Borges.




After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth…

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.





Thanks Hak.











top&jeans&sunnies, Wasteland SF
shoes, Sam Edelman
jewels, ebay
dreamcatcher necklace, handmade by myself
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