Caroline. Mumbles. Spark of light deep down in the ground. Full of fire, subject to change.

Stimie tells me I bareknuckle box the horizon.

1993, she, her

poetry • photography • music • art

ladyhightimes:


"Do you know what a mandala is?" 
"Um, those are those round Buddhist art things." 
“The Tibetan monks make them out of dyed sand laid out into big beautiful designs. And when they’re done, after days and weeks of work, they wipe it all away.” 
"Wow, that’s, that’s a lot." 
"Try to look at your experience here as a mandala, Chapman. Work hard to make something as meaningful and beautiful as you can. And when you’re done, pack it in and know it was all temporary. You have to remember that, it’s all temporary.” 

one of my fav scenes
littlealienproducts:

floral lace lingerie set // $76

hollowtowers:

Consider this: me as your girlfriend.

turkeyinacan:

shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”

Oh the holy sensation of watching a wicker chair go up in flames.