January 2009
11 posts
oh hottie.
can we please
be BFFs for liiiiiiiife?!?!
i am feeling.
overwhelmingly insecure right about now.
my god this is pathetic.
i wish i could have been
weegee’s ballerina
so i guess it was lightning
that followed me home late last night, instead of flashing cameras belonging to a swarm of paparazzi.
my life in that moment was stricken with disappointment found in its purity, and remains to be continued.
beauty.
de*bauch*er*y |diˈbô ch ərē|
noun excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures.
i participate in this by taking too many pictures that i love to look at.
can i please.
be buried seven feet under, instead of the standard six? i want that grave digger to do me that favor. i will pay him, right before i bite the dust; kick the bucket; get hit by a mack truck;………….;—fucking diiiiiiie. this bribed gravedigger of mine will be my best friend, but i wouldnt tell him that—why would i? its already creepy enough that im going to bribe...
