i want to keep white roses in their eyes

il nakibo sheer crop thrifted from cali. vintage coach purse & wool fedora from village.

jimmy choo for h&m

maybe i'm a little late on the news, but a friend recently told me about jimmy choo's line for h&m and lord knows that i'm dying for some retail therapy. photos from fashiontoast.

can i drink your drunken mercy?

i find the best books while cleaning at my coffee shop. new additions to the growing pile of half-read books on my night-stand.

social anxiety

it's bearable with the right company.

perfection

after weeks of hunting, i've finally found the perfect over-the-knee boot

thank you ebay, you never let me down

decline

naked along the side of the house,

8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil

over my body, Jesus, have I come

to this?

I once battled in dark alleys for a

laugh.

now I'm not laughing.

I splash myself with oil and wonder,

how many years do you want?

how many days?

my blood is soiled and a dark

angel sits in my brain.

things are made of something and

go to nothing.

I understand the fall of cities, of

nations.

a small plane passes overhead.

I look upward as if it made sense to

look upward.

it's true, the sky has rotted:

it won't be long for any of

us.

acid docs

so excited to finally acquire these old psychedelic docs from my big sis danian. i remember her wearing these every day when i was little, thinking she was the coolest human being ever. so just as she gave me her garbage, marilyn manson and cure cds, she's now passing on the gift of docs.

death to minnie

i'm not quite sure where this came from, but i need it.

c.s.

solange azagury-partridge

want.

tattoo

i'm itching for a new one and i really want a crown for some reason. a crown, tooth, or steer skull..hmmm...

sister

love this video for twin mag, love the song even more. "into the dark" by sister.

via elenita.no

ballad

all photos sam hessamian

alone with everybody

the flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul,

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too

much

and nobody finds the

one

but they keep

looking

crawling in and out

of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than

flesh.

there's no chance

at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular

fate.

nobody ever finds

the one.

the city dumps fill

the junkyards fill

the madhouses fill

the hospitals fill

the graveyards fill

nothing else fills.

oh, artur

photos by polish photographer artur weslowski. sharp, crisp colors. perfectly over-contrasted. 
via bentravlatoblog.com // more here

those shoulders

this makes me want to attack my current cardigans with a needle, thread, chains & sequins. 
epaulette chain cardi via nasty gal vintage.

diy

i really like this lace up tank from sophomore's fall lookbook, but i think that with a little black leather and chord i can make it happen and forgo the pricetag...

check out their fall 2009 lookbook here.

rich & light

put this little mix together while bored on topshop and now i'm totally in love with all of it. lace and fur and metallics all together may seem like too much but i wholeheartedly expect and anticipate being that old woman at the diner decked out in bobbles and faux fur. i'm frightened to even look at my bank account after the cali/az excursion so i need to convince myself of what is and is not vital here. yikes!

i live in a dream but you're living in hell

jet lag is really doing a number on me. load some photos soon but for now all i can do is

listen to brian jonestown massacre and eat leftover halloween candy.