eyes like a showroom:

Kayla, 25, queer, glamazon 6'1"

Southern gal, writer, & MFA candidate

I dig coffee, dogs, leopard print, country music, tattoos, piercings, bluegrass, reality tv, conor oberst, literature,
& being a total bitch.

Forever I Love Atlanta. | Viva Las Vegas.

this written life // banjo <3// my tattoos

holla at ya girl!

Anonymous asked: But i love you more :(

i love you, too

oh daddy, love me good


Dolce & Gabbana

i need this on my blog right fuckin now

First things first, I’m the realest. #badbitch #liprings #longhairdontcare

First things first, I’m the realest. #badbitch #liprings #longhairdontcare

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

the little prince (via sikva)

(Source: psych-facts, via amostpeculiarman)

Quack, Quack.

Quack, Quack.

Bright Eyes

—Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet

"Oh, You are the Roots that Sleep Beneath My Feet and Hold the Earth in Place"

Bright Eyes, from the album Oh Holy Fools


I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents’ house.

And though I didn’t know it then, I soon was finding out:

You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet & hold the earth in place.

Each time a faucet opens, words are spoken, the water runs away.

And I hear your name.  No, nothing has changed.


There was this book I read & loved, the story of a shit

Who sailed around the world & found that nothing else exists

Beyond his own two sails & wooden shell & what is held within.

All else is sure to pass.  We clutch & grasp & debate what’s truly permanent.

But when the wind starts to shift, well, there’s no argument.


Now I sing & drink & sleep on floors

And try hard not to be annoyed

By all these people worryin’ about me.

So when I’m suffering through some awful drive

You occasionally cross my mind.

It’s my hidden hope that you are still among them.

Well, are you?


Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet & hold the earth in place.

Each time a curtain opens, sunlight pours in.  A lifetime melts away.

And we share a name on some picturesque grave.




Created by Athens-based architect Katerina Kamprani, The Uncomfortable is an ongoing series of useless, impractical, and “deliberately inconvenient” everyday objects. Through her work, Kamprani invites her audience to consider how heavily we rely on the basic functions of everyday things, and she reminds us to be grateful to those clever inventors who designed the practical and convenient items that we use without any trouble.


this hurts me

holy shit.  i don’t know why i love this project so much, but i do.