i've decided i might be completely over "it" bags. i think they are awesome, and i wouldn't say no to that big ole' celine shopper dude or a ps1 or 2 or whatever they are called, but it gets really boring when you're walking down the street and 9872349 other girls have the same damn thing. so instead, i carry a backpack. can't wait for this bad boy to get all buttery and shit.
bountiful slew of new rings that haven't come off. left to right: spell, knuckle ring//vanessa mooney, rbrth shield ring, knuckle ring//october anniversary, vanessa mooney, spell. ring a ding ding.
whattttt upppp! here i am, hanging out at a hippie commune. this is some realllll topanga hippie shit. like naked babies carrying naked babies running around, stranger hugs, dudes with dreads named jah and divine, outdoor bathtubs, composting, and mad weed. which is all a-ok with me! on another note, i love any clothing that allows you to freely walk around in just your bra without looking like a total whore and this awesome evil twin diddy allows for just that. titties out. i am currently enjoying the weekend and getting my drank on. its awesome. for future reference, i have some good posts coming up-----a couple of lookbooks that i thiiiiiink you might like. one of them takes place at this very hippie commune. with a super fox. if you ever scope out my instagram you might know what i'm talking about, but if not, get ready for some tan leggy hotness. which will be a nice departure from my short legged-pastiness. <3
dress//evil twin (thank you karly you little minx!), shirt//b.f.'s from levi's, backpack//jas mb, hat//vintage, photos//zoey grossman
