just keep driving...

you are my favorite ghost...

you'll kill me if you're not careful...

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to see is to deflower...

a recent topic of conversation, multiple times actually in the past few months, has surrounded the strange event that some have experienced during copulation. a small survey of friends has determined that either this has happened to you or you've never heard of such a thing. now, if this has happened to you consensus is utter confusion and a little disgust. if it hasn't, the mere mention of this event evokes befuddlement and wonder. so...here it is...what is with the fingers in the mouth?! guys! why do you do it? stimulation? okay. i can get on board with simultaneously stimulating multiple parts of the body...i get it. and i get that the hands and fingers are primary sense receptors but ramming your fingers into your partner's mouth...eehh..not so much.

what's your take? are you a girl who enjoys this? do you know someone who does? are you a boy who can shed some light on this subject for me? please...somebody help me to understand.

i want everything i have...

the sun sets...another day is done...

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what you said...

he promised me feathers and diamonds

she had a weakness for writers...

dear gents,
i will always love your flannels and t-shirts, dirty jeans and dickie pants. i melt a little when i see your beat up converse, fancy sneakers or those really cool grandpa shoes you scored at the bins by my front door. but should you ever decide to take it up a notch follow their lead. please?




















contemporary menswear never looked so good.whillas and gunn a/w 2010

your confession draws me near...

promise me more moments like these...

remember when we used to be fun...

covered in ash and bending...

nothing forever...

sunny saturday...sleeping in was the best this morning...walking and sitting in the park was even better. study study study work work work. almost done for good...with studying that is. <3

everything is beautiful because we are doomed...

been meaning to post these for quite some time. i don't know who the respective photographers are or where i nabbed them from. if you do, thank the person for breathing.

all here is golden...

(559): So I heard you only slept with me because you were drunk...is that true?
(1-559): That depends on who this is.


all laughter today brought to you by texts from last night. here's a taste.

(310): So I made him an imaginary sandwich and told him that the day I didn't have to fake it, neither would he.
(520): my facebook is like a giant collection of my one night stands
(309): We had a complete conversation while I was giving him head, at one point he even stopped me and said 'I love how we're just hanging out.'
(484): I wasted my skinny years on you. The least you can do is high five me at the bar
(918): i just set an alarm for noon. fuck yes winter break.
(765): you said you didn't feel like drinking anymore so you mixed vodka with your applesauce and ate it
(803): Everybody was literally kung fu fighting
(720): i was drunk and our names rhymed...what was i supposed to do?
(407): i went to disney world today with my friends, met snow white, then saw her later at a bar. she is naked next to me in her bed, passwed out. when you wish upon a star...
(774): i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"...
(519): and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered "Simba"

your broken promises keep me here...

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you came to me::beach house

shudder and fade...

i won't be able to post LA photos as soon as i hoped. i should have known this to begin with...always the optimist. deadline for a book review on monday...a book i'm about halfway through. this wouldn't be a problem except that i have to work everyday until monday :( so i sit down to edit one photo to post here and poof 45 minutes have gone by. what have i done? looked again, twice actually, at all the photos from the past few days, checked my e-mail, sent a couple of messages, checked out alicia's blog for a present i will be soon purchasing myself for being so awesome*, blah blah blah. now here i am, finding that last little bit of distraction before i berate myself and try to read as much of the book as i can before falling asleep. my mind does not want to consider post-feminist thought and it's correlation with psychoanalytic theory and contemporary art. ugh. any ghost writers out there?






*alicia lives in pdx (yay!) and makes completely original drawings just for you for only $10. seriously, $10?

back in the saddle...

home from LA. still processing and sorting through photographs...will try and post a couple maybe tomorrow. here's the thing...NY and LA seems to be the kind of place where you (I) go when i wanna be a grown up. everybody talking about what they are doing--actually doing. there's a lot of talk about what people want to be doing in PDX but very few people actually doing it. cities of angels and apples. cities of doers.

a few highlights:

hama sushi...sushi ninja. blew my fucking mind.
tasting kitchen...bunch of pdx transplants killing it (yes i said it) proper.
walking...nobody does it in LA and it's sketchville but i loved it.

lost angeles...

looking forward to a weekend away. anything amazing happening in town?

she looked like a tempest storm...

valentine's day present from me to me. fuck i'm sweet to myself.