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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

Pretty in Peach at the Plaza Hotel

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Pretty in peach. She escaped to the Plaza Hotel with flowers in her hair and flowers in her boots. Princess peach with blonde curls. Eluding the feelings of her first teen heartbreak, she promised to stay away from LA for a while. Too many boys in rock bands, too many broken hearts. She threw daises from her Brooklyn rooftop garden in her pink bag and headed uptown. Check in with her magical unicorn girlfriend just in time for tea. Sipping from gold porcelain cups under the crystal chandeliers, they dreamed about where they would go from here. They spoke of movies, fashion houses and roles in Broadway plays. New York was truly limitless, it was her oyster.

She was usually an adventurous little blonde, but not today. No, today she wanted to curl up in the white sheets of her hotel bed and heal her heartbreak in porcelain bubble baths and room service.

Angel of blonde tears and peach stars, she slipped off her boots and fell into a tub of lavender bubbles. A few of the flowers from her boots even slipped into the tub with her. It was a Monday, but she was in no mood to join the waking and working world. She much preferred to slip into the dreamland of her magical mind. Big New York City dreams were alive and spinning inside her head. She knew this heartbreak would not be her last, but it hurt like the end of the world. It brought tears of blue mascara dripping down her cheeks and into her bath. The crying felt healing, almost divine. The ability to feel everything was so beautiful, something she had not tried before.

Feeling clean from the bath, she dove her skin into the white sheets and snuggled her face into the stark white pillows. Bare skin, star sweater on the floor. She knew today was the first of many days of healing. Closing her watery blue eyes, she knew now it was better to have loved with everything she had, then to never have loved at all.

sweater, bag, sunnies by Wildfox

white thigh-high boots by Jeffrey Campbell

hair + makeup / photos by Kayti Hurd

the waking dreamer

b1 b2 b3 b4 b6 b7 b8 b9 b11 b12 b13 b14 b15 b16 b17 b18 b20 b21 b22 b23 b24 b25The waking dreamer. Everything she was capable of achieving while dreaming was now possible while she was awake. Her mind manifested what previously could only occur in sleeping dreams. Magic was in her awakened reality.

In your dreams, when you want to closely examine an object, you don’t have to get closer to the object — you bring the object to you with the power of your inner energy. She began to manifest objects in her awakened state of consciences with the same energy. As a waking dreamer, she moved back and forth in time, created characters she needed for her life drama, communicated with the deceased and made herself invisible.

She allowed herself to dream of flying, shape-shifting, practicing bilocation, disappearing and reappearing. Creation of anything in the physical universe is determined by what kind of attention you place on it. When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. She paid attention to her inner callings and applied her own uniqueness to everything she undertook.

The more you practice receiving love from your surroundings, the more energized you will become.

star sweaters by Wildfox

white mary jane buckle shoes by Wildfox

bonnie bandeau by red velvet swim

red leather shorts by Nasty Gal

photos by Jen Senn