life is a train of moods like a string of beads;
and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue,
and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
- emerson
and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue,
and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
- emerson
nothing like standing on some scolding hot train tracks in the middle of the desert. the conductor did honk at me when i waved the arm motion for him to do so.
success!
photog cred: c.alderson and moi
what i wore: staring at stars(urban outfitters) romper, forever 21 necklace, havaiana flip flops, chloe sunglasses
