The Fruit That is 92% Water.

But I love it anyway.

A No-Name Slob

I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. 

We don't even belong to each other.

-Holly Golighty 

SLAM photo: Inception A La Mean Girls

George Peppard, anytime...

Really, George Peppard can give Gregory Peck a run for his money...

"That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's! "

Le Extraordinare

Always, Alexander McQueen...

Take me to the stars

SLAM photo of the day

PENIS.

A Beautiful Disaster: A tribute to my favorite Fashion visionary

Always, Alexander McQueen...

I miss him and his creations...

LMAO photo

Emote Squares #2

A tale as old as time

To Franck Ribery...IN YOUR FACE!

I hate meanies! And this 'baller is one mean machine. Let me just state the reasons why:

• He bullied the younger team members in the France NT, esp. Yoann Gourcuff.
• He paid an underaged girl to have sex with him. Prostitution is legal in France(girls must be above a certain age), in a country where it's legal, I have no idea why he would still have sex with underaged girls!
• During his birthday, he apparently invited the underaged girl to the celebration, with his wife knowing it.
• He looks like a gargoyle.
• He has the ego the size of earth. He hates being one-upped, and he felt threatened with the young players.
• He belongs to Bayern Munich, my favorite club, which I feel is a very bad decision for whoever wanted him to transfer there.

And now that there are reports of him being imprisoned, i'm crossing my fingers that his imprisonment will last for a long time, that he won't have time to play for Bayern Munich and hopefully, he'll be expelled from the club! HAHAHA.
(*hate him!)
blech!

Huh.

Don’t speak

Just listen

Passion is felt

It is not heard.

-Moi 

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe