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East Village dreams. Tattoos on Saint Marks. Skull flavored kisses on Second Avenue. Starfilled eyes. Neon lights. Who knew a world could shine so bright? We had nothing to loose, nothing to gain. Child like innocence of blood promises to stay the same. No matter how far we go we remember where we are today.
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United Couture ACID Beanie
MYVL eye die jumper
i smile, i cry, i laugh, eye die. What a strange world we live in, and we wonder why? Stranded in a desert in a city of sand. No one to hold, no one to understand. Never love a cowboy. He’ll leave you tied to a cactus. With nothing more then dry lungs, and the scars thorns leave engraved. Finally, she awoke shaken as the cold sweats she thought were tears rolled down her face. Although it was a far away dream the most peculiar thing happened. One small thorn was placed perfectly above her heart. Her face was red as the roaring sun, and as she walked to the mirror to try and reverse what was done… it struck her. Memories cannot be undone & ACiD is not that fun.
american apparel tight + garter
shoes by deandri
club master ray bans
“dont hate what you don’t understand”
She was the night sky, an evening drink, a cool breeze, a subtle wink, passed out, over the brink, in nothing but platform shoes and a beatles tank. To say this picture provides evidence of the analogy “the calm before the storm” would even still by definition be quite an understatement. So i will continue on with some odd thoughts.. dont let the things in life you cannot explain bring you down into a puddle of blubbering nonsense, and sure as hell don’t give up because of any of it. With that said, club master ray bans are perfecting for not only blocking out the sun, but play pretend in the local liquor store.
Patroistism is when love of your own people comes first;
Nationalism, when hate for people other than your own comes first.
(Charles De Gaulle)
History often repeats itself. In America, we define our Nation with stories of great heroes, underdogs, innovators, exceptional individuals that always seem to find a way to shine in a world overcast with doubt. These heroes are part of what made America great but it seems that our “heroes” choose to spend thier times standing behind lecterns and outlining exactly what is wrong with the person across the aisle. Now there seems to be an actual aisle dividing Americans, with people just standing on the very edge and yelling at each other. Whats happened? Politicians are people and people always disagree, but back then Americans seemed to possess this feeling of togetherness, a kind of oneness, and it wasnt because we didnt disagree with certain things but because we all loved and cherished the same values. We were America, a dream, where anybody and everybody could make it, and we were proud of ourselves damnit. So lets get back to being Americans, back to being one, with the knowledge that soon it will be America’s time, because history will always repeat itself.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer
(The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald)