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!

ESSAYS | Still Writing About Grief

The Decemberists, “Red Right Ankle”
from the album Her Majesty

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This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangle
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry.
Whatever differences our lives have been,
We together make a limb.”
This is the story of your red right ankle.
*
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew ‘cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rift with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees,
But you wanted to keep his secret safe,
So you threw the key away.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle.
*
This is the story of the boys who love you,
Who love you now and loved you then.
Some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.
Some had crumbled you straight to your knees,
Did it cruel, did it tenderly.
Some had crawled their way into your heart
Tearing your ventricles apart.
This is the story of the boys who love you.
*
This is the story of your red right ankle.

The policeman who shot down a 10-year-old in Queens
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and
there are tapes to prove that. At his trial
this policeman and in his own defense
“I didn’t notice the size or nothing else
only the color.” and
there are tapes to prove that, too.
Today that 37-year-old white man with 13 years of police forcing
has been set free
by 11 white men who said they were satisfied
justice had been done
and one black woman who said
“They convinced me” meaning
they had dragged her 4’10” black woman’s frame
over the hot coals of four centuries of white male approval
until she let go the first real power she ever had
and lined her own womb with cement
to make a graveyard for our children.

—Audre Lorde “Power” (via femignome)

(via thechocolatebrigade)

Regina Spektor

—Summer In The City

"Summer in the City" by Regina Spektor
from the album Begin to Hope

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Summer in the city

Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage

And nights that I miss you

Baby, sometimes.

I been stayin’ up and

Drinkin’ in

Late night establishments.

Tellin’ strangers

Various little things.

*

Summer in the city:

I’m so lonely, lonely, lonely,

So I went to a protest

Just to rub up against strangers,

And I did feel like coming

But I also felt like crying.

Doesn’t seem so worth it right now.

*
And the castrated ones stand in the corner smokin’.

They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise.

At the sight of a beautiful woman,

They feel nothing but

Anger.  Her skin makes them sick in the night:

Nauseous, nauseous, nauseous.

*

Summer in the city:

I’m so lonely, lonely, lonely.

I been hallucinating you, babe

In the backs of other women

And I tap ‘em on their shoulder

And they turn around smilin’ but

There’s no recognition in their eyes.

*

Oh, summer in this city

Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage.

Don’t get me wrong, dear.

In general I

Think I’m doing quite fine.

*

It’s just when it’s summer in this city and you are

Long gone from this city I

Start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

*

When it’s summer in this city and you are you are

So long gone from this city I

Start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

I start to miss ya, baby, sometimes.

Werk bitch.
Finally got around to the outlet stores here in Vegas &amp; got this BCBGMaxAzria trench.

Werk bitch.

Finally got around to the outlet stores here in Vegas & got this BCBGMaxAzria trench.

"Female Gothic"…confronts the heroine with her own desires and thrills her with the possibility of transgression.

George E. Haggerty; Queer Gothic (via gothiccharmschool)

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Well fuck my ass, this is goddamn lovely.  I love the possibilities inherent in the Gothic for transgression; it’s one of my favorite literary forms (maybe I’m biased since I’m writing a Gothic novel).

(Source: fyeahgothicromance, via gothiccharmschool)


Marques Almedia S/S 2015 at LFW

i would never take this off.

Marques Almedia S/S 2015 at LFW

i would never take this off.

(via cutefatbabe)