This is how I chill from 87 'til...

About Me

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24.Jersey Girl. Photographer, Writer, Dreamer, Hopeless Romantic.Freckles

Facebook me: mmendez05@hotmail.com

i LOVE Pink Floyd, vintage band tee's, Zeppelin, anything from the 60s - 70s, hippies, trippin out, smiling, laughing, John Cusack, Eli Roth, Garden State, Almost Famous, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Drake, Kanye, Jay-Z, Sinatra, Pedro Infante, my best friend, tambourines, playing random little songs I make up for people, juice boxes, randomness, fate, love, the dark, vampires, the moon, pixy sticks, Willy Wonka (the Gene Wilder one), Tim Burton, Alice in Wonderland (the book and original Disney film), tattoos, vinyls, photography, karaoke, concerts, bright lights, glitter, Bowie, and Freddie Mercury...and that's definitely not all I love, but, it's just a good overall of it.

I HATE.. conceited fucks, judgemental assholes, people who think cursing is naughty, people who think mainstream music is the best music ever created, people who don't give shit a chance, people who don't believe in love..

Blogs I follow:

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   There’s  a fog in the air on this muggy Autumn night. It’s dark and he’s in the shadows smoking a cigarette. A light flickers, a woman appears. He stood, paralyzed in the darkness as he saw her porcelain skin lined with the shine of the moon. Body glistening, it seemed as if she stood there for eternity – never noticing him standing there, staring. Eyes innocent with a hint of quiet desperation. Lips wet, waiting for anothers to passionately envelop them. Her dress was glove-like on her hot satin skin. And her legs were being hugged by a pair fishnet stockings that made her legs appear as if you would’ve wanted them wrapped around you.  Outlining the curves of her body with his eyes (and more thoroughly with his mind) he wondered if the dampness in the air would compare to the dampness of her touch.  He wanted her, in the worst way.