Docs. Cleavage. Fishnets. Whiskey. Dancing.
Happy Birthday Andrew. The only guy friend from Compton I still talk to.
a work by american fashion-photographer clayton cubitt of african skinhead fashion shows early 1970th.
(sharps = skinheads against racial prejudice)
And people ask me why I would love to go…
Ready for black hair and clip ins again. I don’t feel pretty at all- which I like because that means guys won’t hit on me, but hate because I don’t like my reflection.
I can’t believe I used to be a “player” and now all I want is to be left alone. I know that if I get fucked over one more time I might not survive. Not now anyways.
I’ve been doing sloppy makeup and dressing down more lately. I don’t want to be pretty, but I have two birthdays this week so I guess I should try.
I mostly just hate everyone I don’t know, and want to hide in a cave. Would also appreciate my period showing up soon so I don’t waste $15 on a pregnancy test.
I swear.. being a woman sucks.
Willem Dafoe, Iggy Pop, Steve Buscemi, and Jim Jarmusch attend a party for the release of John Water’s Serial Mom. 1994.
Ava, Elizabeth, Lauren, Vivien, Audrey, Rita, Veronica, Marilyn & Natalie
I think you fail to understand my need for one of these little babies.
Did I actually feel sad for her… well just for a second. I saw it coming.