The stars begin to fall
Mirrored in your swimming pool
The wind lets out a hope, a sigh
I wish I could fly
The stars begin to fall
Escape is on your bedroom wall
Through your window a northern sky
I wish I could fly
I’ll take you to the moon
Where the sun can’t shine through
We’ll grow silver apples and golden pears
I know I see you there
— Miami Horror
— Karl Lagerfeld
Step One
When in doubt, remain absolutely silent.
Step Two
When asked about your past, give vague open ended answers.
Step Three
Have a great name.
Step Four
Look fantastic in a (bathing)suit.
Look fantastic in casual wear.
Look fantastic in anything.
Sound good.
Smell good.
Kiss good.
Strut around with supreme confidence.
Be uncannily successful at your job.
Blow people away every time you say anything.
Take six hour lunches.
Disappear for weeks at a time.
Lie to everyone about everything.
Drink and smoke constantly.
— I Wrote This For You: The Worst I’ve Felt (via kari-shma)
(via lovebot)
YURI (Voiceover): I nearly went broke trying to convince her I was anything but. I knew Ava was not the kind of woman to be seduced by a ride in a private jet unless you owned the jet.
AVA: This is your plane?
YURI: That is my name.
YURI (voiceover): Of course I was lying. The plane was a rental, like the car and even the suit I was standing in. At the last minute, I bribed the crew for the paint-job.
— Ralph Lauren (via bourbonandpearls)
(Source: displacedsoutherner, via extrasexy)
— Sylvia Plath (via skin-n-bones)
(via cherrylicious-dreams)
