Little boots.

I love my new pirate boots.


They are a pretty good take on these delish Chloe ones, which i could never afford.

Violent ends with friends that go.

It's nice to have a friend that you can go months without seeing or talking to, and yet still feel close to them. Sometimes words just get in the way.
Animal Collective fucking blew me away tonight. It was so good to be there with my friend Gill after maybe six, seven months of lost time. We picked up right where we left off- drinking vodka on street corners in the bitter cold.

I hope i see you around

the same way i always do.

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie

A family(?) of birds have somehow found their way into our attic and built themselves a nest. It actually sounds like there's hundreds of them. I keep thinking of that scene in Hitchcock's The Birds.

A Space.

Rips and thrills.

Dsquared love.

Ginger nut.

"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair. And eat men like air."
- Sylvia Plath.



I am obsessed with redheads.