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25.6.10
my days as short as they were wild.
I can't help but love the high socks, the unnecessary ruffles, the hats and the deliciously tacky clutter in the background.
Via: No Magazine
- listening to: "Born in Puerto Rico" Paul Simon
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Lovely ladies.
a thought is a blossom
alexandra grecco
all the pretty birds
clever nettle
curious constellations
fancy fine
fashion canvas
fashion lane
flower grows wild
foxtail and fern
hannah and landon
i love wildfox
johnnys bird
knight cat
rag pony
ringo, have a banana!
sally jane vintage
streethearts
studded hearts
sunset cigarettes
the snail and the cyclops
tobacco and leather
About Me
Alison and Marie
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me. What a long, strange trip it's been.
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that's the postman asleep in the sand, he's got a ...
beats and melodies keep realities at bay.
will your restless heart come back to mine.
passing time with you in mind.
my days as short as they were wild.
the complex infrastructure known as the female mind.
how am i supposed to get any riding done.
i want to be seen green.
sinking like a siren that can't swim no more.
you ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the ...
sound in a country lane say can you be free.
tastes so good my hearts been mended.
its been a long time since i rock and rolled.
walkin around grabbin his you-know-what.
noddin my head like yeah.
something in the way she moves.
i'm driving in the flats in a cadillac car.
change with the wind but they're always bright.
c'est lui pour moi. moi pour lui. dans la vie.
a friend is a friend forever.
you a sundress and i a sweater vest.
what was golden went gray and i'm suddenly shy.
talking smooth and play by rules, like a lady.
walking on the sidewalk hotter than a match head.
the sea will be boiling.
let the world turn without you tonight.
short pants, romance, learn to dance.
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