#gptalk

[robbielake-blog]

LISTEN TO THE PLAYLIST HERE ( @babellaby )

“Babe, I wanna be the one that understands you The one that you telephone to reassure you But you should know that this'll never end well This is gonna get fucked up

Babe, I wanna be the Mozart in your sheets Conduct a symphony that makes you scream But you should know that this will never end well This is gonna get fucked up.”

[fatbitchwrites-archived]

she was fire; enough to light the way and burn anything attempting to stop her

[lcrkspur-archive-blog]

[isprinsessee]

Paula Young’s March, 2018 COSMOPOLITAN cover 

(photo spread, interview and more to come soon)

[babellaby-blog]

Eyes, orb as exploding stars, Weighted light of hair rushing, Held extremities, nimbus limbs, Eons' spring, singularity crushing.  (x)

Aphrodite vs. Bella Michalka

[romanschildren]

part i; deicide

guns & amunition — xov bury me face down — grandson i’m on one - dj khaled ft. drake, rick ross, lil wayne our demons — the glitch mob ft. aja volkman drugs — eden lie — halsey ft. quavo the hills — the weeknd fairly local — twenty one pilots gucci gang — lil pump comin’ in hot — hollywood undead

part ii; anoesis

numbers — daughter west coast — lana del rey gold — chet faker cringe — matt maeson if i had a heart — fever ray girls your age — transviolet the cops — k.flay crash — eden eyes on fire — blue foundation idfc — blackbear

[landontwers]

R O B B I E  L A K E + W O R D S

“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few see what you really are.”

[genrps]

BRYCE BROOKS + apartment 

An interior consisting of palatial walls coated black and dotted with woods and leathers alike, the skeletal of Bryce's apartment came together a few years prior at the hand of his sister, who spent the entirety of three months ensuring it was up to her standards at the expense of one of LA’s most coveted designer’s sanity, let alone his. Though over the years he has managed to flesh it out, trace's of the male are able to be spotted without much strain-- issues of the Surfer's Journal sprawled across a coffee table,  art pieces crafted by a Californian up and comers pressed to walls, and so forward. It is a place he'd warmly deem home, though he can't help but notice the silence without a film crew, and the shadows now present following the removal of meticulously placed box lights. It’s something he’ll get used to in time, or so he tells himself.