Starkid Nrrrd

I just realized that I left my fucking face visible in my last outfit post. So much for the whole Madam Mysteriosa Masked Vigilante/Voyeur thing.
SSSSSHHHHHHHH LET'S JUST PRETEND THAT NEVER HAPPENED


Now.
These are the highest heels I own, and yet, being sneakers, they're deceptively comfortable.

Sneaky.


So the plan is, I'm taking my silver BMW and moving to the moon with Lady Gaga and Edward Cullen and Michael Jackson. Anyone wanna come with?

Ripped Roses

Hnughghghghg. I made some stuff.





Aaaaaaand, I saw Black Swan on Saturday.
Movie was pretty fucking BOMB.

TOP SECRET!

*First- sleepover? Fort made of sheets? here
*Second and third- old catalog, circa 2003 (mine)
*Fourth- Francesca Lia Block's books, included because they were a huge part of sixth grade
*Fifth- Sabrina, the Teenage Witch
*Sixth- cheesy rub-on temporary tattoos (unknown?!!??)

Best friends you tell all your secrets to, boys and first kisses, slumber parties, sneaking out at night.
This was what I thought being a teenager would be like when I was a child, but of course it never turned out that way.
Also, early-mid 2000s.

To School and Back

Found the perfect Mary-Janes.
Ma's sweater, plaid skirt sewn for me by my grandmother, over thrifted schoolgirl skirt.

Cindy Sherman, Untitled #96.

It's the last day of winter break. I don't want to stop dreaming.