the beat goes on...

kill yourself

gather around

like we did last summer

a little bit of you laced

Don't say a word

don't be grateful if I ever made you laugh.

great golden baby

firework of roses

everybody wants to go to japan

this is it

lust lust lust

killin lunch time

heartbeats

need new clothes

i hate you, everything about you

A devil's child with dove wings

Oh what a lovely orphan he was

feelin it

hands down there will never be another one

i day dreamed about you all week

my dearly beloved

how much better could you get now

bitch queen

derek lam

Genius ...

rodarte 10'

all yours

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uN1cekR5Fs

mcqueen

crying...

drooling..

who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin

the queen

"Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off." -Coco Chanel

the ghost of a good thing

it should be about trust

but if stars shouldn't shine

then dear its fine, so fine by me

chloe fever

i feel numb most of the time

That's how it started, and how it ends...

we use to blog

together..

i've got your back baby

hello city

I've missed you..

my mouth is full

wavecrime

Dior Fall 2008

eternity has come

if you're indepth

with yourself i am not interested in you.. you are boring.

she's prettier then you

you're my disco

So many ghosts

long days kept away from these kitties. i love you, and miss you.

listen

Surrogate mothers, lock up your valentine daughters.

gossip about me

i sat and thought of how much shit people talk about me, and i realized how much i love it.
i know who i am.. and my friends know who i am. Get over yourselves and keep talkinnnn smaackkk.


actually though. do it.

truth be told

i actually look down on people that don't know fashion or style.

tangerine

i wish i could write.
i wish i could write just like i use to, staying up till about 5 or so ranting about what happens daily and how this person and that person makes me feel.
but my life is different.
not bad at all.
its just different. things are different and people are different.
things change, people change. i want to write a book about it.

maybe its the music. maybe its the movies. maybe its the weather.
but they are changing.. slowly and noticeably. I miss ranting. Just about shit right.

Its the city. I'll blame it on that.
I'm getting my baby, and we are getting the fuck out of here.It will be good.. I've always dreamed of the bigger city.

I belong there, i always have. I'll see things I've never seen, meet people i've never met, go places i've never been, listen to music i've never heard, wear things i would have never dreamed of wearing.

The city is big, its different and its full of change, here i (we) come.