Tuesday, January 17, 2012

teatime.


word.

[sailorcute]

please somebodys. make me a tea. 

xx

if you love your work, then you never have to work a day in your life.

Fk. I want IN on creative arts.

Carbon 2011

Get familiar!



Get me IN.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

As I appreciate my sunsoaked skin on this cloudy day, I reminisce.




Anja Rubik for Giuseppe Zanotti Spring 2012 Campaign by Inez & Vinoodh _Fashion Gone Rogue


J: I dont want to be them old party peoples who stay out at the beach for too long and become leathery
S: Well when you die, you can make shoes out of yourself!

Making the most out of summer.
..and buying new shoes of course ;)


xx

Friday, January 6, 2012

Birds and trees or bees.


I hate birds. They are dirty dirty unpredictable flying things, that have one purpose, ok two purposes, in life. 1) Charge at your face because they think its funny. 2) Aim and poop on the top of your face because they think its funny. You know when young boys learn to pee, and they always think its funny to aim for the toilet freshener gadget in the toilet bowl, same same, no difference.

Bird.
Brunch with sister on the back veranda in the gorgeous sun. Bird charges in. Bird stays. Bird decides to join our brunch time session. Sister frozen in shock. I shake a little dookie out of my pants. I wrap beach towel around my head. I throw random objects within reach at bird. Bird does not budge. I wrap beach towel around my head mutiple times to avoid losing my eyeballs caused by bird pecking at it. I reach out for food. Food saved. Bird, no, no you did not win.

Tree or Bee?
I walked into a branch of a tree today. I also speculate, that I may have narrowly missed the tree, and the bee that was in the tree actually stung the top of my head.

It is very sore.


Why?! What did you think birds, trees and bees meant? Dirty dirty child, you.

Love me please xx