Devil thoughts
this guy got me so fucked up when i’m driving and i see the car he drives i literally like start sweating like my heart jumps. He’s not even driving it….just like…. the model of car…… like am i out of my mind. is there an explanation for this behavior.
Sundays are made for our new collection of loungewear.
Model: Cailin Russo
Video: Chad Huff
Music: Tomorrow’s Tulips
Location: Line Hotel
girlfriend wanted
must love decorating for holidays
mischief
kissing in cars
and wind chimesno specific height
weight
hair color
or political affiliation required
but would prefer a warm spirited non racistcynics
critics
pessimists
and “stick in the muds” need not replyvoluptuous figures a plus
any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to
mary poppins
claire huxtable
snow white
or elvira wholeheartedly welcomedi am dubious of actresses, fellons, and lesbians
but dont want to rule them out entirelymust be tolerant of whistling
tickle torture
james taylor
and sleeping latei have a slight limp
eerily soft hands
and a preternatural love of autumnI once misinterpreted being called a coal-eyed dandy as a compliment when it was intended as an insult
I wiggle my feet in my sleep
am scared of the dark
and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all timeall i want is
butterfly kisses in the morning
peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart
and to make you smile until it hurts
i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear
Confidence is not my problem, what I need is fucking money.
