nipple jesus

Never love a wild thing. You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree, then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.

— Holly Golightly (Breakfast at Tiffany’s, 1961)  

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Kara’s 23rd!

vaninski:

01.19.12 at Plantation Bar (super late post!) Because I am currently rummaging photos from my phone. And reminiscing, haha!

The highlight of the night, aside from the flaming shot, was of course Kara’s fierceness (as seen in the third to the last photo). Fun times!


Worked on a little project, a video shoot for my friend’s new line of cute shoes. Blogged about the project for Lulu Swing shoes here!

Check out Lulu Swing’s facebook for some adorable shoes made with love.


lalafelina: 416: the beach, those wooden chairs, falling asleep on your shoulder.... →

lalafelina:

416: the beach, those wooden chairs, falling asleep on your shoulder. scraping my knees right outside the door. sheets, white sheets. heat. darkness.

4B: the balcony, a thick cloud of smoke. everyone everywhere, but too dark for anyone to see. and then hands. “stop.” more hands. “please, stop.”

15C: a wall. you, the television set. “let’s get out of here,” a period, not a question. the aftertaste, like mouthwash. the view of the sunrise from your daybed.