let me out.
new york city.
oh italy, i miss italy too. i miss making obscene gestures next to the good looking priests…while eating ice cream.
but then there is paris. the ultimate lover.
oh to do nothing in paris, where the days run away like wild horses over the hills, if wild horses were made of small white lights and smelled of roses.
longing for the house in greece
bee charming, night stalking, singing about dragons, reading for days, it’s been too long since i did nothing.
(via thebatisdead)
Yeah yeah yeahs - Soft shock
i never get sick of this song.
it makes my mouth taste like summer.
(2,972 plays)"Don’t wait. The time will never be just right"
Napoleon Hill (via fatalistichues)
(via thebatisdead)
destroy what destroys you
we are all going to die in 20 minutes
love should feel good
make displays not war
red nails, wrong city
Caboodles, Bishes!
I am going to confess something hideously embarrassing: I had a Caboodle. It was pink. It was my tackle box of girlyness and I loved it. I had Coty powder in it, some lip glosses, special stickers, jewelry, and “keepsakes.” I carted that thing around for years, but I don’t remember dumping it. Maybe I passed it along to a friend’s daughter, like the world’s lamest heirloom.
kate. get real. caboodles are so now. my pink one is in my closet. my closet dedicated to beauty products. beauty products and drill bits. anyway.
Chilean Earthquake May Have Knocked Earth Off Axis
I thought everything felt different.
