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Vy

I'm so glamorous I piss glitter

About Me



When it's hot I drive wearing only one shoe. I like men's cologne, black eyes, and big hair. I like days when the sky is blue and the sun is bright. I tend to walk into things or have various objects fall on me. My change of mind/heart is constant. I quickly get tired of whatever I'm used to and want to trade it for something different. I need variety. I fall in love with people in pictures. I'm a little bruised right now, internally. Socks are disgusting and I try not to wear them.

My Interests



Amour

art

fashion

hair

heroin chic, flawless pale skin, clippings from magazines, protruding collarbones, mannequins, smeared make-up, Alice in Wonderland, everything Balenciaga, overly groomed and skinny men, Cirque Du Soleil, the smell of old books, men's dress shirts, coffee, Dita Von Teese, TWIGGY, red lipstick, everything GLAM, vintage Chanel bags, black tutus, AMY WINEHOUSE, bubble baths, Christian Louboutin shoes, super skinny ass jeans, mens butt crack cleveage, lush fur coats, The View, true crime stories, HOLLYWOOD, Law and Order, Ompa Lumpas, Yves Saint Laurent bags, The Beatles, mocha flavored anything, fake hair, Kate Moss, Vogue and Elle magazines, Goldfrapp, white orchids, vintage couture, American Rag, Ron Herman, Fred Segal, snake jewerly, rock glam, Lanvin, my metro ass boyfriend, huge vintage scarves, San Francisco, chandeliers, garlic noodles at Crustacean, antiques dolls, sharks and deep sea creatures, drag queens, museums, haute couture, hourglasses, mad scientists, thunderstroms, photobooths, flee markets, bread and butter, deja vu feelings, celebrity gossip, Britney's shaved head, Beyonce's armpits, freckles, Ken and Barbie, Quentin Tarantino, the Elephant Man *not the rapper*, summer nights, funnel cake, Rick Owens, WAKING UP AND THINKING IT'S WORK WHEN IT'S NOT, postcards, polaroids, mens boxers, small dogs, Sunday mornings, the French, spooning... forking, fairy tales, soft kisses, flappers, mermaids, Japanese street style, black tights, McLovin', oversized sunglasses, flat soda, stale cheetos, The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, shabu, fishnet stockings, THE WORK OF; Andy Warhol, SALVADOR DALI, Roy Lichtenstein, Dries van Noten, Alexander McQueen, JUNYA WATANABE, Yohji Yamamoto, John Galliano, Ann Demeulemeester, RICK OWENS +++.
The list never stops growing.

I wonder though, what this whole list-making process says about me and my current state.

I'd like to meet:


Anyone who has a thing for art and fashion; has good taste in music and films. Fashion is also art, people who don't get that are stupid. Someone who understands me. People who can inspire and fascinate me. Someone who can teach me fire breathing, circus freaks..... Anyone who could be important to me in the future ++++.

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" asked Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." Alice didn't think that proved it at all: however she went on. "And how do you know that you're mad?" "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" "I suppose so," said Alice "Well, then, " the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad."