*ch-ch-ch-changes...
adding one of my muses onto the blog.  i'm east coast.  she's west coast.  we're equally weird/amazing i assure you.
xo,
taylz

chomp on this.

So, I am joining my dear friend, Tay. I live in southern California (basically everywhere). Taylz and I are currently blinded by coachella so excuse me if your eyes become the victim of my coachella stress disorder. Here's something ridiculous from my desktop that is warm and fuzzy:

Took this at Pere Lachaise when I used to live in Paris...I frequently check these photos I took to verify the fact that I was, in fact, there.

Godspeed,

megz

 

*tag!  you're it...
stumbling over brilliance, duh.
copenhagen, la, rome


first picture

*excel spread sheet art...
yea.  at first you didn't know what it was, did you?

*my box grows...
"It’s okay to cry and go home to your mum, its okay to peace out for another country and stay forever. Its okay to get an STD, get knocked up, get an abortion, get married at 16 purely out of lust, laugh at your fathers funeral, get a tattoo of a swastika, use racial slander, be an atheist because priests sexually abused you or something, worship the devil for attention, masturbate, prefer rain to sun, cold to warm, and wrong to right. It’s okay to fart in public, whore around for money, join the peace core only to quit after two days, call your aunt a psycho bitch, have an eating disorder for six years, and shoot up heroine for absolutely no reason. About the only thing it’s NOT okay to do is kill yourself, because you can’t fuck up if you’re dead.”

*awkward...

being a political science nerd. personal space? clearly not an issue on gore's agenda.

*dear sartorialist, this is the coolest photo project EVER...
i'm a huge history nerd.  anything old turns me on (don't take that out of context, sicko).  therefore, the sartorialist's photo project has been the best part of my week.

*Audrey Hepburn, meet cocaine...
edie sedgwick.  she so cool.

*shoe prisoner...
i wonder if they make clinking noises when you walk?  i like.

*wishful thinking...

browsing through pictures of anna wintour because...well i don't really know why.  found this and for a second, i thought she was holding an ice cream cone...BAHAHAHAHAHA.  one more thought: will she be buried with a pair of sunglasses on or not?  

*all black everything...
penguins got style.

*in disguise...
for the times in my life when i wish i was invisible.  i'd make sure to wear suspenders and a convent of the sacred heart patterned shirt as well.  sidenote: if they made a hitler mustache mug, i'd send it to anna wintour over at u.s. vogue...probs get it back in shards...and i'd be blacklisted from the magazine subscription. still worth it?  not sure.

*countdown...
40 DAYS UNTIL COACHELLA.

*and the oscar goes to...

basically any movie that has this plot, character list, and/or music. i'm such a pessimistic little bitch (who will be watching the oscars anyway).

*Kentucky Fried Derby...
(top) my friend [in the blue flower hat] at the kentucky derby.  talk about the ultimate people watching event.  i'd be looking at everything BUT the horses.  there would be a puddle of drool on my dress as i attempted to snap a mental image of every hat that passed by my eyes.  at my derby debut (whenever the hell THAT may be), i'd like my hat to be a mutt: 1/3 eliza doolittle ascot hat, 1/3 mad hatter alice in wonderland hat, 1/3 ANY hat alexander mcqueen has ever made.  i'm not sure if this combination is even possible outside the confines of my mind, but i've got a feeling there would be a warning label reading 'may cause mild seizures' on the inside brim.

*s'wonderful...
so i'm really tired.  after this, i've decided to dedicate the rest of my day to audrey hepburn movies and photographs.  she always manages to lower my self-esteem (a 20 inch waist??  i could totally do that...if i took out a few ribs and maybe some vital life-sustaining organs.  who needs 2 lungs anyway?), but nevertheless she is amazing in every way.  swear i'm not obsessed with her.  i promise i don't proudly display an authentic, autographed 'my fair lady' movie poster in my bedroom or anything...

*birthday present...
i love presents, especially ones that i've desperately yearned for.  look what i got :).  so happy.  i shall wear them lots and lots.  

*sexy...

found this amazing article yesterday (posted below). tears of laughter. my faith in the future of journalism is now almost completely restored.  thank you huffington post. ps, i am officially 21. happy birthday to me :)

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