In simplest terms..

Plain Black T. Jeans. Boots. Gold Watch. all vintage.

photobooth

Tuesdays With Morrie

a cute little life brightening book.

I found this cute victorian table on the roadside. It had weird ass Zelda dragons spray painted on top and, well... that's not exactly my steez. So I thought, mayyyybeeeee it'll look good a crimson color. Turns out it looks like SHIT! So next on my agenda is to go buy some shiny black. And then post a pic of it.

picture took with camera phone.

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future old picture

"See how rich grandma was?"

haha.

picture took with camera phone.

Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins

such a good song.

I miss my camera :/ can't find the damn usb cord to charge it.

Photobooth is kinda fun though...

rain brings out the crazy

It's so true. On a rainy day, go out and compare.

I feel a bit crazy myself.. my mind seems to be running all over the place but my body fails to make that connection. Once the holidays are over, it's grind time.. I promise!

I've been longing for a gold watch, feels like it's been ages! But you know how you want something so bad, you become picky about it? God I was so picky! So many gold watches and not one did I like. So just my luck, I walk into my usual thrift store the other day and I found the perfect one!

Also, this africa lookin' pullover. The colors are great for any fall. Pero, hecho en Mexico.

P I T Y.

My pupils are gradually hazing over as the merlot and my flowing blood combine to make a reaction of numbness over my entire body. Is it possible to write in front of 6 other people? Not in front, in presence of, or with; our thoughts cross across the room, creating a linear picture directly in the middle. Lines of different color, different concentration and different consistency. What would they combine to be, if it were possible to mix together? It would combust into a picture of random life, distinctive scenes, scents and feelings. Pressure is apparent as you stand before me, your glass at hand. Your eyes glazed over, you speak at a faster pace. We cheers, “It’s crisp,” he says. “I like thicker.” I’ll admit, I’ve been spoiling myself. Past similarities are spoken of and the pierce stare is felt upon my face. Although, I look back and it seems so unclear... I’ve been digging around and I have seemed to have lost it.