felt a sudden urge to go bookshopping today, and this is what i came back with.
mostly posting this for the records
so this is the plan for coachella ‘13 weekend 2.
fly into lax on wednesday, pick up camper van, get necessary supplies/narcotics, drive to/camp at joshua tree, drive to coachella thursday, enjoyyy the festival~~, drive back to la on monday/drop off car, chill for a day and leave tuesday for mia.
on hummingbird, the new local natives album

it’s like band of horses, iron & wine, death cab for cutie, and a hint of two door cinema club (vocals-wise) had a beautiful woodland hipster baby.
i’m obsessed.
Burberry Dyed Rabbit Fur Vest
Mmm shopping at Burberry on Regent Street
I love coming back to home to London. Especially now in January. Sales everywhere. Lots of wardrobe updates done today (monochrome galore with hints of grey and burgundy).
having an arctic monkeys revival
they were so gooood back in the day. it makes me feel like falling in love with british culture all over again.
I’m only reblogging this because I know this was taken in Amsterdam and after my Halloween experience there…fuck that place lol
(via dirtylittlestylewhoree)
I hate it when people talk to you because it’s convenient for them or they need or want something from you at that particular time. And then they get what they want, or what they came for, and just as easily forget you until the next time it’s convenient for them.
I need to stop being so nice.
Absofuckinglutely
Constantly stuck between hating myself and thinking I’m the best thing on the fucking planet.
(Source: dickfranceschi, via cuntradicktions)





