December 2010
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all of those playing cards and sips (gulps) of rum. smoking a cigarette propped out of the kitchen window. cherry coke flavored hookah and wes anderson movies. blacking out and waking up in various shirts.
or that time they all fell asleep. walking around Oakland at five am, chain smoking and celebrating. speculating. making dangerous mistakes. the sidewalk and the snowflakes and that black...
I know you come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories.
Why can't you do this sober, huh?
People are so damn frustrating.
borntorun-preferringtowalk asked: i bought it there the week before thanksgiving. after searching for it forever since that one day.
love wes anderson, i'm that indie.
love wes anderson, i'm that indie.
"Well, I wanted to make vodka pasta but it turned...
Flaw of the Day:
I need to stop being so competitive and possessive. Especially over my artwork. But seriously, I understand imitation being a sincere form of flattery and everyone copies everyone else’s ideas in photography, but it still never fails to irk me when I did a shot first, it gets redone, and gets more attention. Da fuuuuck?
End bitchy rant session for the day.
My Christmas wish for you.
My LAST Christmas post, I swear (I queued it, as I am spending the day with my close family and boyfriend).
I hope that all your Christmas wishes come true, and that you eat way more than you need to, and that you get slightly tipsy on eggnog or sangria. I hope someone is there to hug you tightly and wish you all the best. I hope a light snow starts to fall and amidst the little flakes and...