I am a writer/artist by day, who turns neurotically paranoid as soon as the sun sets. I am in love with photography and art, mind fucks and long walks. My name is Liz and I live in Los Angeles. This is my Freudian slip.
[photography]
GRAPHIC RAMBLINGS
PHOTOS
NOT YOUR TYPICAL HAIKU
HAND DRAWN
SOUNDTRIP
CONFESSIONS
AIM me. It'll (probably) make my day.
I think somebody said to only buy clothes/shoes that make you want to dance.
I tried that today. I ended up going home with two skirts, four tops, a dress, a pair of wedges and a pair of weird pink ankle boots.
Tomorrow, I’m returning the boots.
Somebody’s broken heart becomes your favorite song…
─ Dave Matthews Band, Funny The Way It Is
I can see Heath Ledger’s mocking Joker face when I look at my extensive to-do list for the day.
Been up since 3:30 and two hours later here I am thinking, “Where the fuck did time go?”