Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Red Leather Yellow Leather
Friday, December 25, 2009
Mom's Fur
So my mom newly renovated her closet, which means that she had to clean out her old closet, which means that i have basically hit the jackpot. She's been giving me all of the clothes she's saved from before i was born. They're all about 20 years old and in perfect condition..seeing as she had them in garment bags and they didn't see the light of day for quite some time. One of them is this white mink cardigan. It's absolutely beautiful and warm as can be. I will soon post some pictures of the other lovely things that have come out of their hiding places as of late.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tape Me to the Back of Your Door
It's a hard way to feel when your fingers aren't real and when lips shine like horns on a devil.
And when sighing's too much and no one wants to touch what you used to be,
Lay with me.
Stand up straight, little boy
Make them wait, handsome man
Know you are here, made of skin, made of sand, made of things that were meant to work magic.
Wind is tragic sometimes, when it just blows your mind and you feel like you've got nothing left.
But don't worry. When the tornado passes
you've still got your sunglasses and everything's waiting for you.
So many big things to do.
And when sighing's too much and no one wants to touch what you used to be,
Lay with me.
Stand up straight, little boy
Make them wait, handsome man
Know you are here, made of skin, made of sand, made of things that were meant to work magic.
Wind is tragic sometimes, when it just blows your mind and you feel like you've got nothing left.
But don't worry. When the tornado passes
you've still got your sunglasses and everything's waiting for you.
So many big things to do.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sore throat
cold heart
Its all uphill from here
Little beatles scurry and dreary days go by
Dont cry, said the sun to the red-headed woman.
Its all uphill from here
Little beatles scurry and dreary days go by
Dont cry, said the sun to the red-headed woman.
Friday, December 4, 2009
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