Oh, for your sake, I hope you are no where near me... →
It’s my favorite day of the year.
"Oh, she's out there."--carrie bradshaw
My head is spinning from the abyss of endless accounts & online promotions I try to keep updated. Between my recently redesigned website and complimenting photo blog, you would think one would be satisfied. But no. Naturally the business girl in me demands ways to reach the Charlotte market & beyond with not only my Photography facebook account and Ashley Stuart Goodwin photography...
One more thing I can get hooked on. →
thanks, Blissed. I am resisting the temptation to join, but maybe one day. I already have way too many accounts to keep me busy for years. how’s a girl to keep up?!?!
Stuff White People Like #122: Moleskin Notebooks →
Yes we do!
Honey I love you, I think you are a terrific girl, but you have clothes like a...– Kenny Powers, East Bound & Down
I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that...– Amber Morley (via nothingelseicansay) (via quote-book) (via kari-shma)
She Is (Acoustic)//The Fray Whenever this song...
Kid Cudi//Day & Night *rmx
Loose guidelines for living: Part I 3. Just think to yourself: “what would...– the story of my life, as provided by the usual story people. how do they always know?
That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes...– Drew Barrymore (via quote-book) (via kari-shma) (via hit-or-miss) —I remember this moment precisely. It was not our first kiss, but one where we were sitting on a bench on the side of the dance floor at Grand Central and I was wearing my white fur coat. During that kiss, the room was...
If it were me, I would just buy the whole shabang. →
Too drunk to be taking any pictures worthwhile. But that what firefly will do to you. Only a true southern lady knows about that shit. I tried to pull the “I’m with creative loafing card” and it worked, I’m just too short for pics over the dj booth Back to drinking. The girls must be like WTF since I am in the bathroom blogging. Omg. I. Am. Retarded How sad of me ...