love...

dress 1 to DIE for...light and airy and TADAH!! its razor backed. i want it in yellow. i needs to be more like BOW!

aztec razorback with bow. thats actually what its called i didnt make that up. but either way the pattern calls to me, the razor back belongs with me, and bow is just precious!

needless to say....GIMME!!

shoe one is EXACTLY what ive invisioned when it comes to this whole boot meets sandal aka bandal obsession. slouchy and leather trimmed...9.5 please!

and lastly the oxford. i like this one bc its more summer the ones ive been finding. white and camel. i could go with alot.

all items available at a place i found. fuck no i wont tell you so you can go buy all the shyt i cant afford. BIT! sorry for ya! and dont let me see you in my shyt...ima go HAMsterdam

lets talk fashion

lets talk pretty things! lets talk toe nail polish and little skirts. lets talk summer do's and sun dresses. lets talk all things girl! cause right now im in LOVE with summer clothes and in HATE with my lack of funding to support my summer urge to SHOP like Reggie takes shots! i think im gonna post some pictures of this great little H&M number i got in atlanta with the Bestfriend when we went to Erykah Badu and Maxwell (ya thats right, i know youre jealous, cause im slick jealous for you!)
my summer attire
-short skirts, mostly short because im so long (and tall girls run it fyi) but ya the shorter the better with out letting your chattahoochie fall out.
-colors- much like this new back ground i want to embrace more colors. loud and bold. and patterns. shout out to the bomb ass zig zag tee from American American apparell. ya, i see you hatin.
-tank tops!- razor back only please and thank you. really feeling the thin, light weight baggy ones theyre so grungy chic, so gulch goes glam. and they shoe off your bra, even just black they highlight, subtle and sexy.
-pockets. pockets?! -smacks lips, sigh- hell ya POCKETS! im head over heels, yes ill have your babies, say some shyt you dont mean in the heat of the moment in love with pockets! on my shirts, on my skirts, in my dresses! theyre so posh, so funny. quirky even. like pockets on a dress? -cocks head- why yes! theyre quite handy i might add. its like hey wheres my phone?! oh ya its in my....POCKET!! -slaps knee
so yes, this summer give me all things short! give me loud colors and bold patterns. i want shoulders out, cute bras. and baby i want pockets!!

can i

i wanta sustain you. give you every ounce of reason to assert every bit of effort for everything you do each day. i wanta stand for you, i wanta cry for you. if need be, i wanta be able to die for you. i wanta give you the faith you need to move any mountain, and i wanta be the praise for all accomplishments. i wanta be your conscience, the little voice that keeps you going. wanta be your ego, i know you can back it up. i wanta be the smell that you fall into, the one that brings a subtle smile. i wanta be your unsurpassable joy, your bliss. i wanta be the best kiss, the one you compare all others to. i wanta be your indescribable. i want you down and out, so i can i can lift you up. i want a code blue, so i can bring you back. i wanta smile back you when you smile at me. i wanta reach for you when we cross a street. i want "two for the 9:40, please". i wanta make a copy of my key. i want you on one knee. i wanta forehead kiss. i wanta piss you off, just so we can make up. i want you to see me with no make up. i wanta wink at you across a crowded room. i wanta talk until the sun replaces the moon. i wanta wake up and youre beside me. i wanta peaceful sigh before get up and brush my teeth. i want scrambled with cheese and 2 over easy. i want it your way, my way, our way. i want you to stay...the night, the morning, the life. i wanta "i cant find my panties" and a "honey where's my keys" i wanta argue about music and yell during sports. i wanta six pack with a pink bow. i want you to willingly hand over the remote. i want your trust in me. i wanta trust you whole heartedly. i wanta see you apologize when youre wrong, then sigh like it was so hard to say. i wanta text with a smiley face and imagine your face. i wanta be your anchor, keeping you grounded. i wanta be your trophy, to show out with. i just wanta be...your everything.

sew me a poem

This quilt he’s built comforts him with warm guilt

from all the brokem hearts that were stitched in it’s patchwork

and he’s reminded everytime he lays his head

and he’s reminded every morning he makes his bed.........

saw this on traviesblog.com (travis from gym class heroes.) i thought it was quite dope. idk if he wrote it but i stole it! lol