Tristesse.

Flying out to LA last minute...

x want a hug x

L

give and take

johan lyckaro// btls...

ab sol ute ly

how have I just seen this now?

can we talk about this please??

...sorry beyoncé.

well, maybe the bull thing was a bit unnecessary, but overall

s i c k.

eye like his i

The burden of reason weighs heavy on such a fragile figure...

Leon Mark

next dimension

"To Higher Places" from Maximilla Lukacs on Vimeo.

"To Higher Places" from Maximilla Lukacs on Vimeo.

*i need horse hair (btw)*

lola and the starfish

shhh...

Little Moon Launch Film from Aritzia on Vimeo.

lo-fi

Love her work.

Los Angeles based pony.

might as well face it

Outlaws of the Border Fall/ Winter 2010

JEFFREY GRAETSCH Photographer
Dennis Gots Hair

prince tornado, lady volcano

acollectionofinspiration

[Je ne suis la belette de personne].

"there is pleasure in the pathless woods;
there is rapture on the lonely shore;
there is society, where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
i love not man the less, but nature more"

and you cannot own a person.

We are young

friend and fellow-blogger

yvan rodic

was featured in the March power issue of Vogue

and I just found this!

Pretty cool. Check it out. >>>>>> here.

Xxo,

L

spicy trees

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wake up wake up wake up

touch your toes.

coffee connoisseur

paintin' 'til dawn

new mixes to keep me going...

SALARIEDMANCLUB

adieu mon chouchou

fairness is for games. this is not a game.

I'm in love with the janitor's boy

Nathalia Crane

was 10 years old in 1927

A little girl from Brooklyn.

And she published her first book of poems.

In-sane. This girl was 10 years old and she was "dutifully shiver(ing) in bed??"

Talk about beyond her years...

The Janitor's Boy

Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy,
And the janitor's boy loves me;
He's going to hunt for a desert isle
In our geography.

A desert isle with spicy trees
Somewhere near Sheepshead bay;
A right nice place, just fit for two
Where we can live alway.

Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy
He's busy as he can be;
And down in the cellar he's making a raft
Out of an old settee.

He'll carry me off, I know that he will,
For his hair is exceedingly red;
And the only thing that occurs to me
Is to dutifully shiver in bed.

The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,
For my parents I hate to annoy:
"I have flown away to an isle in the bay
With the janitor's red-haired boy."

a diamond day.