I killed for you; who else can say that? You think you’d be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I’m it.
Jules of Nature
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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trying on a metaphor
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
almost home

Product Placement
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Kiana Khansmith
dirt enthusiast
NASA
Cosimo Galluzzi

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@vermere
I killed for you; who else can say that? You think you’d be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I’m it.
In which I run around hyde park for hours trying to do my Grownup Errands and Things but end up accomplishing nada. But hey, at least I looked cute while doing it. #ugh #adultlyfe
Actress Michelle Dockery, stands with her Prada gown that she wore to the 2013 Emmy’s at Christie’s auction rooms in London. She is selling the eye-catching gown to help victims of the Syrian civil war. Christie’s auction house says the Prada dress, featuring a red halter-style top and burgundy skirt, will go under the hammer in London on June 20. Proceeds will go to humanitarian organization Oxfam. The gown is expected to fetch between 3,000 pounds and 5,000 pounds ($5,000 and $8,400).
Fan Bing Bing In Balmain , For Madame FIGARO 2013
Eva Green for Campari Calendar BTS (2015)
I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again—
Anna Akhmatova, from “The Sentence" in Complete Poems, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer
Procrastinating in my Reg cubicle by going through old photos. #throwback to O-Week earlier this school year, when we took the first years to the Point for the first time! Feels just like yesterday. And I can't believe I'm going to be halfway through with college in 3 hours. #unreal #uchicago #fall #sun (at 57th Street Beach Chicago)
my blogging activity sudden resumes
it can only mean one thing: it's finals week
The Honeycomb
Felt floppy hat - similar here and here, Burgundy blazer - similar here and here, Cross lattice top c/o Purbelle - 10% off with code ‘wo10’, Burgundy trouser pants - similar here and here, Pointed gold-strap wedges c/o Charles & Keith (image; paledivision)
Ashley Vaughan
Composition No. 1 with Red and Blue ~ Piet Mondrian
It’s the end of the school year and things are rough, but thanks for the wonderful companion. Seals give me life. ♥ #lovelovelove #vscocam
Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller the impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops the impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.
Charles Bukowski
Cookies and Cream Icebox Cake
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince