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Scorpion / / She Think She Lethal

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A slow build up in a space, where passion hides it’s dreams. The tone of color in the sky, the strength to let go. From dusk till dawn. You are seeking something, but still running away from all you are. Feeling something from inside the skin of your bones. Coldest stone in the night sky, it may take a while to heal this. The universe is yours, but only the part you can see.

So excited to announce that I am heading to Miami tomorrow for Miami Swim Week with Red Velvet Swimwear! We’ll be in the Miami Beach Convention Center from July 19th to July 22nd, so if you’re around come say hi! I’m really looking forward to my first swim week! See you soon Miami!

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staten island swimsuit by Red Velvet

american road trip baby

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(thoughts on summer from my diary)

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dress by Nasty Gal

charm bracelet by Katie Dean

sunglasses by Zero UV

photos by Brittanny Taylor

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

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“With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean. She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean. She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene.

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet. Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fur tires. Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I’m alive.”

pink sequin mini dress by Nasty Gal

white shag jacket by Nasty Gal 

bel air sunnies by Wildfox

white boots by privileged

photos by Brittanny Taylor

words by Hozier