it definitely has something to do with being my mother’s daughter and having such fine hair. and maybe growing up with crystal gayle records.
(photo from refinery 29.
…tres love story, too.)
is it the hair, the necklace, the purse, or the man cardigan?
i can’t decide.
my match, my lighter, the flame for the cigarette i haven’t smoked in over a year.
elephant bells + headwrap + flip flops + rabid dog + patchwork skirt + zinc face paint + somewhere in thailand = my dream womb
dreadlocks + fanny pack + dress over jeans + frayed old scarf + camel = the undead hippie heart
dearest hands behind the amazing, please hire me.
your world is my world.
we speak the same tangent.