The Apple

Stranded in a fog of words, loved him like a winter bird.
In the wastelands of San Diego and LA.
Big hair, bigger dreams.

All I ate today was some chorizo and a cherry poptart. 

Epitome of health…

If I looked good in dresses, I’d probably wear them all the time tbh. 

genetic-freak:

Malaika Firth | Emanuel Ungaro | Spring/Summer 2015

genetic-freak:

Malaika Firth | Emanuel Ungaro | Spring/Summer 2015

nubise:

Details @ Jason Wu SS15 

I get so self-conscious about where I am in life when it comes to the men I date. As if the job I need to survive makes me who I am. No, it’s not a career. But it feeds and clothes me. And I’m made to feel ashamed of that? By whom? 

You know that music you love that you just lipsync to and twirl around in your sheets? But it’s like, what the fuck else do you do with it? Like BANKS and FKA Twigs (even though I really only like one of her songs)?

I can’t ever imagine seeing music like that live? How do you twirl around in sheets in public?

Ughh, thank god I’m not on campus.

Ughh, thank god I’m not on campus.