bust

nooooo cmonnnn, NOT COOL!



i mean wtf, tom colichz?! ruin my wednesday nights WHY DON'T YOU.

bye bye, ashley...i will keep my crush going strong. i mean really..call me.

maybe it's my meds talking?

this is really uncool, universe. i mean, i am WEAK, ok?
i am just geting over intense feverosity, aches, general miz, and then..this happens.

this is put out into the world, and my innocent and fragile HEART is SHATTERED. (i am not talking about lady gaga's supposed teeny weiner).

who thinks this is ok?



i went so far into NOPES with this shit it becamee a NERPS.
NERPS!
few things reach NERPitude. NERP is for like: paris hilton, dudes with nail polish, that haircut where all your hair is combed over your face, and ed hardy air fresheners.

i cant believe my true blue fireburning love got me to this level but..this is the worst pic ever and these shoes (for gucci?!) are sort of a bust. dudes that read this blog..would you wear these?!

MARK!! marrkkkkkk. why whyyyy. you're better than this. i luh you...
i feel faint.

miss you much

I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU



when is it back, WHENNNNNNNNNNNN?

never mind that noise you heard.

i mean.



don't make me use my shaolin kung fu grip.
i will take you down.
sam feels me, look at her.

ps hi mark, hi

pps

tweetz

broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats (or so i have heard)

sigh.



issue #2 of M/M era interview..still a bust. (design-wise)
the cover is, again, the best part...comme kisses.

tiny heartbreaks.
i miss you, fabien !

it's my blog, i'll be nuts if i want to.

there is really no reason for this post other than to look at this face right here for a while:



hiii mark, hiiiii.
where you been?
i mean..be more handsome why don't you.
sigh.

this concludes today's short episode of bonkerstown theatre, enjoy your day.

i know that fashion is always changing, but i don't have to like it.

not having it.


balenciaga f/w 09

maybe you want to wear curtain genie diaper dresses.
i do not.
i want to be a coldkillah robot girl from the future and i depend on nicolas ghesquiere to fulfill that fantasy.
why you gotta let me down like that, nic?

barf, i hate the 80s and it's pervading influence...
wake me up at the end of 2010.

pic from tfs

like the deserts miss the rain

i feel so..lost.

empty.
ALONE.

I MISS YOU:



you too:



and you guys!:



you, not so much:



and obvi i'm counting the minutes:



COME BACK TO MEEEE.
COME.
BACK.