no time for an inventive title.

because holy. fucking. shit.

purple ACNEs.

i must have them (hear that? my 21st is coming up

hint hint to all my friends reading this).

five inch and up.

ps.

i got a tumblr; tropic of capricorn.

http://thehaloaroundmysoul.tumblr.com

follow me and spread the word <3

i'm still wishing to see your face again.

what i wore on a pleasant escape/drive/
lunch/treetops rainforest walk to o'reilleys
up in the gold coast hinterland with the
aforementioned boyfriend on saturday.
he says i'm turning into a hippie.
i just cbf'd with anything but comfort in this
fucking cold.
tree of life pants, somedays lovin' jumper,
favourite bag from melbourne.

i won't forget you.

introducing the boyfriend.

open minds = free souls.

some kind of magick.

it's long-haired and free-spirited.

free your mind and the rest will follow.

so alive i don't know what to do with it.

my sister/bestie babe fo lyf/roomie for 2
more days/bitch's 21st birthday.
was really skilled at matching my dress/nails/rings/
even drink that night despite high levels of intoxication.

with every high comes a low.

erin wasson for elle france.
the love affair continues.
via fashiongonerogue but oraclefox has some
personal scans that aren't on there.