the art of slow living

a new beginning

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nyc nyc nyc

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atl

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ANGst Hoesthetics

 \ bruised cigarettes

 \ red, pouring wine

 // fishnet tights & patched, leather jackets

 \ the numbing feeling of sadness and madness

 // galactical / glossed lips w lollipops

 \ retro roller blades

 // sappy, kinky lingerie & satin dresses

\ chokers that make you go mental

 // museums of the latter w white statues and majestic paintings

 \ intellectual conversations about dandy voids

 // red and blue slurpees from 7/11

 \ stealthy, runaway romances

 // poeticness of the galaxies

 \ skateboarding, grunge hipsters w tattoos 

 // fucking sensational lipssss 

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or maybe you just like the way your world feels when they’re in it

the wilds

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sitting in a golden meadow in your over worn sundress, making wishes on dandelions with a tinge of desire in the clouds above

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road trippin’

stretching knots in our limbs and blinking narcolepsy from our eyes, we continue our odyssey

our quest to wander and find some sort of prodigy. meals consisting of gas station red bull’s and vending machine candy bars

taking breaks at rest stops only to gather maps and hotel california playing to the atmosphere

—inspired by anonymous

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skate days

we sat on the edge of that chalked up sidewalk. it was so hot, we dripped candy and moss. eggplant bruises formed on our legs and sunset ones on our arms from last time. we sat drinking the ice cold coke from the striped red straws your mom kept just for me. our cheeks turned to cherries with the sun; not because we were thinking about love.