Katie - 22 - Bonafide Hustler

"Still though, I think if you're not self-obsessed, you're probably boring."

Extrovert, cynical political science major, Middle Earth obsessor and lover of shoes. I enjoy narwhals, baby animals, castles, and cheese. I tried to be a vegan a few times but it ended pretty horribly.

I am interested in dreary weather, verbosity, Europe (achin' to be Scottish m8), and John Steinbeck. I'm loud and obnoxious and think I'm really great 94% of the time. If you don't want a piece of that I suggest you just turn away.

(Source: awww-stuff, via clintonbartoning)

"You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never." — “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections,” Megan Falley (via shinjimoon) (via meganfalley)

(Source: clavicola, via situationally)

rerechce:

salad. (by stephaniecb)

digbicks:

Carly Scott

Welp, I’ve found my next musical obsession. 

suicideblonde:

Elle Fanning photographed by Venetia Scott for Self Service, Spring/Summer 2012

(via canadianvogue)

Jon Hamm covers Esquire UK, May 2012.

(Source: missbones, via clintonbartoning)

alexblagg:

You want me to go to Trader Joe’s for you, I give you a 5 minute window… (Taken with instagram)

(via dontquityourgayjob)

When someone takes me seriously 

whatshouldwecallme:

It’s like,

alreadypre-knownknowledge:

Oh Neil. Why so perfect?

#”slightly uncomfortable and unlaid” will be the title of my autobiography

(Source: twohundredandtwentyonebravo, via bilius)

what-do-i-wear:

Free People March Catalogue by Joshua Allen & Thomas Northcut 

So this is my job for the next 8 months.

deafmuslimpunx:

Ye Fei-fei, of Hong Kong Ballet (photo by Almond Chu)

(via havisham)

what-do-i-wear:

Top & Bracelets - Brandy Melville / Pants - Mink Pink / Necklace - St. Eve (image: agogofashion)

paratrooped:

“There’s a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don’t need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what.”

(via thefireisrising)