Showing posts with label sticks stones weed bones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sticks stones weed bones. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

X-Ray Visions

I wish pirate was still a career choice.
I really wish pirate alongside Orlando Bloom was a career choice.

Best. Wedding. Invite. EVER.

Show me your teeth, teeth, teeth.

Homer looks so slender, Jesus!
While I do not feel displaying a human skull in your car is the best choice, I love bones. Skeletons. Joints.
As you can tell from the above, and previous 1000 skeleton posts.
Sorry, never gets old to me!
Seriously obsessed with that wedding invite.
♥ Lini.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

No Pants, No Problem

Are we ready for it?
Another post filled with shit I fell in love with while I should have been doing something else.
But how can I resist? The world is just filled with such pretty things!

MoMA pole dance experiment, blurring the forms of architecture.
I won't pretend like I entirely get it or read the whole article, but doesn't it look fun to play in? And I love those colors!
I love me some We Are Handsome. I can just look at their prints all day. Just don't ask me to pick which I like best, cause I can't. Check their lookbook out, drool.

Look, I can't tell you if my love for bodysuits is residual of my intense fascination with a certain unnamed popstar. I can't tell you if it's because I think they're the more comfortable than regular shirts. I can't tell you if it's because I just love hyped out pseudo-hipster clothing. I can just tell you I rarely meet a bodysuit I don't lust after.
And these have bones on them?!
Pinch me now please.
All below are Black Milk Clothing.


Spaceman ♥

I question how flattering these are, but last I checked they're sold out, so maybe I'm wrong!
Ultra cool, Anatomist Leggings by Black Milk.
Back to the task at hand,
♥ Lini.