full disclosure: this is not a review. i don’t eat bacon. anymore. (pause for moment of silence as i commemorate days of crispy salty, sweet love. love that made all things bad and scary..disappear, for 12 seconds as i chewed and swallowed). i’m not one of...
hh and i are in the city for a little bid’ness and family-ness. i’m not about to let the rain and wind damper my inner tatianna sorokko. i’m embracing street glamour, even if i freeze. these are inspiring me. here’s to you having a glossy...
at this point a blanket-less, cold forest floor looks like a cozy, cottony haven for rest. at this time (3:58am with no respite for 17 more hours) i’ll take ANYTHING i can get. signed, sleepy images here Similar posts:and the sleaze goes on....whoopsweekend...
