This weekend I desperately needed to get out of town. So I ran away.
My friend Hunter and I drove south. Our last night at sunset I walked the field collecting bones. In my left hand you’ll see a collection of vertebrae I am very excited about.
(via dragprince)
Lately I’ve been really consumed by backs, spines, vertebae… by Egon Schiele
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So I’m not sure how I feel about this source of “sharing.” I’m not thrilled. Let me know what/if you think.
(Source: Spotify)
It’s an appendage not a thing. Rainbows are trapped inside. (Taken with instagram)
Icebergs and things that remind me of them make me terribly happy.
(Source: shrbr, via deathofastylist)
Happy Birthday to The Viking of 6th Avenue. I discovered Moondog when I worked at Waterloo Records (in Austin). The days of sorting through tons of music and having the time to explore… how I miss then.
(Source: considerthishippie, via ariverofmanyturns)
When I was a baby my mother took me to a tarot card reader. She told her that my name would be my challenge. Apparently Whitney “means” glacier. I would seem strong and larger than life, but that would only be the tiny peak of me people saw she said. It would be easy to forget I was just made of ice crystals. One must melt me, not pick and chop and chisel. The truth underneath would be larger than perceived or imagined; and I would spend my life trying to melt (into the rest of the world). Failure in personal relationships would come easily. I want to melt.
New best friend. (Taken with instagram)
There is magic inside of me.
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I have never needed or wanted a shoe so badly. Unfortunately I don’t have $4,000 laying around. The first thing I thought when I saw these was how amazing it would have been if the gypsy woman in El Topo magically grew these on her feet when she stepped on the mirror shards. It would have certainly ruined part of the movie, but it would be beautiful.