she looks like she's going to stretch the edges of her shirts,
screaming, snarling.
yelling expletives in directions we can't see.
unfortunately, it makes little difference.
the world began to shake long before she started stomping.
and who's to say she wails for or against it?
you can't dance with the ground unless
you're hurtling toward it.
via modevogue on flickr.
sasha pivovarova = the only model I stalk. she's so damn fun and disturbed looking.
in other news, I am busy missing these guys:
and scamming pasta salad off of work, etc.
this is verdi
Does anyone remember Verdi?
Well, it was about a boa constrictor who was afraid to get older, turn green, and lose his stripes.
I am finally content. I still do not understand why I am so averse to detachment. Everything is more mediocre, but at least I can relax.
