misschiaff

Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time

I spy with my little eye (Taken with instagram)

The world needs a new breed of creative disrupters/entrepreneurs/challengers who dream up new and better ways to do things. Idris Mootee, M/I/S/C, Winter 2011

bottomless mimosas at tacos n tequila (Taken with instagram)

having a purrfest w @misslis06 (Taken with instagram)

art studio tour by bike (Taken with instagram)