(Source: celestialsolitude, via youthandboots)
welcome to twin peaks
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(Source: n-a-i-v-e-t-y, via lucitania)
Keith Perelli: Build, 45” x 24”, oil on paper on wood
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Ooer, I say!
Tweed Run London May 2012. photo by nonusual
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Does your Mama know about me?: A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name -
by Tania De Rozario
I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it were nothing
more than an assumption of you; it is my last
mode of defence. The last item of clothing
to discard before I realise I’m naked in public.
Because they can…
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“Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain’t something else. This is this. From now on, you’re on your own.” — Michael, The Deer Hunter
Despite my apprehension about this evening, here’s the head dress I made. Kinda wishing now I’d gone ahead and gotten the insane gothic lolita dress I was THIS CLOSE to buying. Took this pic for posterity because it will probably get destroyed.
Every time there’s a big event like this, I always feel like I’m going to be disappointed. I felt that way about Halloween and Valentine’s Day especially. There are certain factors that are influencing my doubt this time, though. I’d almost rather have a low-key evening than do the crazy party thing. Because the prospect of being hungover tomorrow is… yeah, not good.
At least Sunday was fun. Not sure how tonight’s festivities will pan out. I am looking forward to everyone’s costumes, though.