Never Let Me Go…

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I can’t remember how it happened, how it initially felt…why I was drawn to him, you know? Was it his face, his voice, the way he carried himself, the way his eyes twinkled when he looked at me…or maybe it was the way his smile lit up the night like a northern star. Whatever it was, I was hooked. Little did I know, his mind was racing too. He wanted to see me again more than I ever knew. I always wondered- what if? What if we HAD gone out…so we did, and it was magic. People always talk about “sparks” and “flames,” but I never fully understood until I met him. He’s captivating, charming and true…his laugh is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard and the way he looks at me makes my stomach fill with butterflies. It’s a fire, spreading through my whole body, that keeps me on my toes and reminds me that fairy tales can exist- and my Prince Charming was waiting for me at a bar on a hot summer night. He swept me off my feet that first day and I’m fearless now, ready to let him deeper into my heart. I don’t trust easily, like most people, but I would trust him with every part of my being. He kisses me and I feel like my heart could just explode-right there-it’s like I’ve been waiting for that kiss my whole life. It’s perfect. So, how did I get so lucky? Trust me, I ask myself that every single day I wake up. Then I realize, HE makes me lucky. He took this broken girl with bruises, baggage and a faithless mindset and turned her into this- a girl who wakes up smiling every day because he wouldn’t have it any other way. Lady Luck was on my side that night- and she pushed me straight into his arms. Please, never let me go. ❤

Model This, Model That

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Model This, Model That

EXCITING NEWS, blogging babies! I’ve been asked to model for LeatherandLace, a wonderful clothing line based out of NYC. This is one of my looks, a sexy letterman jacket…stay tuned for on-location prints and a behind the scenes look into my fantastic shoot of Greg and Deana! :]

Green-Eyed Girls

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We don’t have a Morrison song…but we do have soul-crushing eyes that see everything. I’m always told that my eyes are mesmerizing and I’ve got to be honest, I didn’t always rock them like I do now. I wanted blue eyes, I thought green was ordinary. Now, however, I love my emerald eyes. I can safely say they are one of my favorite attributes. Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and I believe that with every part of my being. My eyes are vibrant and piercing much like I consider myself, and how others label me now, as well. They are a part of you that nobody else in this world has. They are unique and special, breaking hearts and ruining lives. Women have made empires crumble, wars break out, men lose their minds and changed the world. How, you may ask. Eyes. How freaking invigorating, right?! So rock out with your hawks out, ladies. Own your eyes, no matter WHAT color. Feel like starting a revolution? Just smile and gaze into a man’s eyes…you never know who will weaken in the knees.

Besties with a Capital B

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Besties with a Capital B

We love them. We adore them, at that. We gossip, laugh, cry, hug, share our deepest secrets and at the end of the day we call them our best friends. I’ve always love having a close, tight-knit group of friends who know me better than I even know myself. I trust this group with everything. A mix of guys and girls, those kids KNOW what’s up…even when I have no words. So why blog about this? Because I think that it’s important to shout out the ones you love most. It’s been a trying 4 years, ups and downs-left, right AND center, but they hold me down like no other. Thanks, biffs. You sure know how to put a smile on my face when all I want to do is fall to my knees. I hope everyone’s Halloween was incredible! I enjoyed the Halloween Parade in the East Village, some intense bar-hopping and a BEAUTIFUL sunrise over the skyline- after we snuck onto a hotel rooftop. Slore-Oween 2013 was a success, that’s for damn sure. Night kids, hit me up with questions or requests. I’m going to be starting a seperate blog about certain products I use as a promotional project. Please keep on keepin’ on. I appreciate your e-mails and the contest I informed many of you about is starting MONDAY!!!! Peace and love, pretty kiddies. XOXO

Me Vs. The World

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Me Vs. The World

As growing up goes, I’ve had a pretty great time. Although I’m broke, trying to get to the top and dealing with the ups and downs of life; there is the all too familiar issue- heartbreak. There are songs about it, poems, novels, shows, seminars-you name it-but it never lessens the blow of getting hurt. I recently had my heart stomped to pieces ( the night this lovely selfie was taken) I was happy here and an hour later I was crying outside of a bar, praying this man was going to apologize. He did. I can’t forgive and forget that easily though. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I love him to pieces. So where do I go now? Should I betray my beliefs and take him back again? Or let myself be upset and work my way back up from the ground? Feel free to post comments or ideas- I need all the help I can get. Need more details of the problem? Thanks loves. ALSO..I posted the link in my previous post about trying to get to Italy. Please donate or pass the word along if you can! Thanks guys! Love you all. Night night, Blog World.

Headshots…the Good, the Bad, the Ugly.

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Headshots...the Good, the Bad, the Ugly.

Well…I hope mine falls into the “Good” category. Recently a good friend asked where I had mine done. My best friend from back home is a photographer ( now working in Italy…how effing cool) and she did mine for a fee of a mani/pedi date and a batch of my famous chocolate, caramel cookies. You can hire, bribe, shoot for free but the most important thing is legitimacy. DON’T ever let some random joe-shmoe take these photos. He could be selling them or objectifying you. Practice the name game, check credentials and remember…you NEED at least 4 shots of different emotions for auditions. Need more tips? Leave me a message and I’ll be right with you!

Selfies For Days

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Well…what do you do at 3:23 in the morning but do the most hated, yet addicting, type of posting. Selfies. We smile. Duck face. Stick our tongues out. Body shots. Butt shots. Basically anything of JUST us…and then we post and cross our fingers that others appreciate them as much as we do (don’t lie…everyone does.) New York breeds insomnia, insomnia leads to boredom…and BAM…here we are. Enjoy…and comment/like because I’m crossing my fingers as we speak 😉