our flames.

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JUMPSUIT by Mustard Seed
BLAZER thrifted
LION NECKLACE by Moira Noree Vintage
LEOPARD COAT by Motel Rocks

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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candle heart.

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i blink vulnerability. it’s what makes me human. and it’s more endearing than you might think. a dash of doubt, a splash of lost, and a tingle in my heart that doesn’t quite know which emotion to gravitate towards.

i wish you would see it- that the runny wax from your candle heart is much prettier liquified. once reached the surface of its cold surrounded walls, the runny wax of your heart hardens. you follow your logic- that no one will break you if they’ve never seen you broken.

but one day you’ll get it- that those who make us vulnerable give us the rare chance of being human. for better or for worse. risking stabilized emotions. letting loose all that makes us vulnerable at a chance of gaining a little thing called being human. and it’s much prettier than you might think.

because this is human stuff, you know, it’s what sets me apart from the cold, consistent ground i’m standing on.

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HAMSA TOP by Motel Rocks
SNAKE PATTERN JEANS by Motel Rocks
PLATFORM SHOE by Jeffrey Campbell x Nastygal
FUR COAT by Nastygal

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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starry eyed

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blind to the bone, i saw nothing but the pretty pattern of the pores on your back. white sheets, heat waves, bodies melt aside. you were hot to the touch but i wasn’t afraid. you said you know my kind. you know exactly how we are. you said people such as i jump clouds and are starry eyed, and that we’re your favorite kind.

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TOP by Motel Rocks
MAXI SKIRT by Motel Rocks
JACKET by Jac Vanek
SHOES by Jeffrey Campbell
HAT & CIRCLE SCARF by H&M

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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imagine the thrill

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breaking through circular cycles, a vast movement has occurred on behalf of our change-resistant hearts. an unexplained, randomly desired phenomena- we’re just chasing the rush today.

step up and tell me you’re in. steal the earth’s warmth and spread its energy. break into motels. chase adventure without an explanation. imagine the thrill.

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TOP by Motel Rocks
MAXI SKIRT by Motel Rocks
SHOES by Jeffrey Campbell x NastyGal 

Photos by Rachel Lynch

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night dweller.

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i liked you. you were a night dweller like me. out of this world. speaking on behalf of your passions even if it killed you.

and i still see your old habits in me. bar soap not liquid. frozen section then produce. act then try to remember why you acted that way.

it’s a night dweller thing. we can’t see far enough ahead to make strategic decisions. instead we use our skin- touching, dabbing, feeling, scratching at the surface. at night you can’t see what mistakes you’ve made. you can’t see scratched faces. you abuse comfort. hiding in the crowd, their vision is just as dark as yours. their minds equally as smeared. like you, like me: dwelling, killing, passionately.

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LEOPARD FUR COAT by Motel Rocks
DAMSEL SHOE by Jeffrey Campbell

Photos by Tyke Riggs

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shaken skull.

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it’s an ugly thing and you hear about it and you think about it but you don’t quite get it until it’s you, paralyzed at the knees in the middle of your kitchen, crumbled on the floor, like a baby deer’s unsuccessful first step, but in your case the person that taught you how to walk isn’t there to pick you up, instead she’s turned you inside out, putting your vulnerability on the forefront as you’re stuck inside yourself, struggling to see, feel, hear anything but the loud dial tone left from an abruptly ended conversation, echoing hatred from wall to wall and straight into your shaken skull, but you keep repeating in your head the teachers the books the research they all say it happens and you’ve felt it and you’ve let it kill you until you’ve believed in it but it takes one voice or the lack of it from one person one time to make you step backwards and overanalyze and perhaps even think you can change things back to match the desires of another but you’re unable to change or listen or speak and with the little space left in your brain to generate thoughts you wonder how can anyone hate such a pure thing so you say it louder than the dial tone, louder than her expectations, louder than your fears, how can you hate such a beautiful thing. 

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COLD SHOULDER TOP by Motel Rocks
SEE THROUGH RAIN JACKET by Motel Rocks
LEATHER SKIRT by Grand Bizzare
TORMENT BOOT by Demonia

Photos by Grand Bazzare

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nyfw day 2

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I arrived in Brooklyn late Friday (which was technically the second day of fashion week), put down my bags and rushed to get ready and head out to the NastyGal after party with my partner in fucking-shit-up, Rachel Lynch. It was easy getting dressed for the occasion in 10 minutes because my Our Prince of Peace pants gave me the perfect dose of sass for a NastyGal party, matched with the comfy but flattering top Motel rushed to me just in time for NYFW.

The NastyGal party was the perfect casual environment away from FW madness to hang with fellow bloggers I HATE BLONDE, Jag Lever, Feral Creature, and Lust for Life. And when I say party, I mean PARTY. Between the open bar, photo ops and struggling to talk about Miley’s tongue over the loud music, it was a mad decent way to start the week. Stay tuned for the rest of the madness.

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My outfit:
HAMPTONS HENDRIX PANTS by Our Prince of Peace
MOTEL SAVVY COLD SHOULDER TOP by Motel Rocks

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