haider ackermann. what.

i'm utterly obsessed.  part of my dream wardrobe

donna karan. power shoulder. yum.

what? ...we-eerrd.

she goes... she goes...

wtf.

bust. 

soul trying not to. bust.

just get me out.  tick tock.  

mexico. 

no shoes. 

unreachable. 

now. 

what. hermes kills it.

if only i was loaded. as in, positively dripping w/ $$$$$...

this collection is just a giant, heaving, orgasmic, salivating, eternal *sigh*

balmain, fall '09

oooohh, rock me.

karl lagerfeld, fall '09

gotta say, usually he's not my bag but this season, i'm impressed...
my fave pieces (a.k.a amazingly draped kickass dresses):

jean paul gaultier, fall '09

love love love.

don't

let your mouth write a check your butt can't cash.

period.

(have a nice day)

3 libras

quagmire of sadness. maynard james keenan is a genius.

threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
apparently nothing at all.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.

- a perfect circle

(yes, this is where my head is at these days)

feeling mazzy star today. into dust.

my heart is in such a sad and lost place. reliving last year & can't stop the motion of every event & emotion tattooing itself inside my soul. all over again. i think i finally understand my mother better, now...

a little mazzy star. a broken love song. a song about loss. and fading. & my heart is broken for the giant crevice left by my father's loss.

into dust:

still falling
breathless and on again
inside today
beside me today
around broken in two
till you eyes shed
into dust
like two strangers
turning into dust
till my hand shook with the way i fear

i could possibly be fading
or have something more to gain
i could feel myself growing colder
i could feel myself under your fate
under your fate

it was you breathless and tall
i could feel my eyes turning into dust
and two strangers turning into dust
turning into dust