fur, feathers, leather & lace: obsessed

"glamour is what makes a man ask for your telephone number. but it also is what makes a woman ask for the name of your dressmaker"

if god is watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining

do you ever think it's crazy how the past is not concrete and existing is just memories in peoples minds? everything only exists in reality, in this moment now.

would

beauty still takes precedence over most other attributes.

fuckyou:)

in the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take, the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make.

highschool

"i wonder if people are going to remember us?"

lost myself several thousand times in this lifetime, but this time has had a hollow like never before. time throttles me. i cannot stand it despite any wisdom that comes my way. it will continue to tease me, mock me, tickle me. it's more, of course, an absence that suddenly exposes time, its grandeur, its teeth. makes me want to go to the ends of the world to escape it. far far far north, away from everything, to confront all that is inside of me. try to always be true, in some way. but what is true?

thanks to those words that have returned to me, reminding me that i have the ability to find clarity, even if i am too foolish to truly grasp it.

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