wolves, garlic, windchimes, shoes, scarves, elephants, pink, installation art, thai food, the beach, turtles, salvador dali, motorcycles, purple, tinsel, colored lights, guitar & violin.
there is neither malice nor remorse on the serengeti.
She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through, and away she flew.
[sg]
how did his distress wear that dress, the kind to die for, the show-stopper-sequin, as if his ungirdled feelings wrote the book on true love and 'how-dare-you-not desire-what-I have-to-offer-you, now I hate you' breathlessness? [kn]
STANFORD CLASS OF 2010! GO TREES!
Welcome to the Gun Show!
I LOVE EVA CASSIDY.
loud. everything.
i like really corny movies from the nineties.
when the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. buildings burn. people die. but real love is forever.
--the crow
also, harold&kumar!!3
i don't own one...
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace things, but burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "AWWW!"" jack k.
and especially this woman:
&michael jordan.