Anonymous asked: Not much "yours truly" lately!

Yeah, pretty much abandoned tumblr except for moodboarding. I am an instagrammer these days!

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alexisamermaid:

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theannachrist:

I made postcards out of my Cali bear doodle. Matte, recycled paper. 5 for $4 and I’ll mail them to you in an envelope so that you can send them all over the country and let people know that Cali life is good life and shitty doodles are best doodles.

theannachrist:

I made postcards out of my Cali bear doodle. Matte, recycled paper. 5 for $4 and I’ll mail them to you in an envelope so that you can send them all over the country and let people know that Cali life is good life and shitty doodles are best doodles.

I made postcards out of my Cali bear doodle. Matte, recycled paper. 5 for $4 and I’ll mail them to you in an envelope so that you can send them all over the country and let people know that Cali life is good life and shitty doodles are best doodles.

I made postcards out of my Cali bear doodle. Matte, recycled paper. 5 for $4 and I’ll mail them to you in an envelope so that you can send them all over the country and let people know that Cali life is good life and shitty doodles are best doodles.

"When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."

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hangerhiatus:

ARIZONA or GIZEH
Are you still thinking Birkenstock?

It is 2006 and you are in Hong Kong. You ride the train to Sha Tin — a plein air station in the jungle of the New Territories. You push through the doors into the shimmering heat, the thick air mattressing your lungs. You are ushered upwards and into the bright, metallic delta of a seven-story mall. This particular shopping mecca is the stomping grounds of one million commuters’ feet each day, and you wend through the loud, chattering crowd on a gust of air conditioning. You look down. On everyone’s lightly-tanned feet are a pair of t-strap sandals, most are black, a few are white. The cork soles, the sensuous french-curves of the leather; comfort chic has hit its peak. I ask you now, where is your pair of Birkenstock Gizehs?

Everyone seems to be on the Arizona double-buckle wagon. I could get behind those aloof, almost elephantine sandals in a heartbeat if it weren’t for these slim, white bad boys. Don’t these speak Greek, while the Arizonas speak, well, Grand Canyon Tourist? If you’re still thinking of picking up a pair of Birks, consider your options. That is all I ask. You may find yourself reaching for the Gizehs before thong…

-DTrain
Ph. These are my gizehs from 2008. They have lasted me through Thailand, Hong Kong, St. Louis and now Wisconsin summers.

design-is-fine:

Lauren Hutton on the december cover of Esquire, 1968. USA.

design-is-fine:

Lauren Hutton on the december cover of Esquire, 1968. USA.

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