girl, i never loved no one like you

by Rachel Lynch in

Wicker park thursdays, almost famous re-runs with seashells and a lust for the natural. We are wild at heart. The people here are open and playful, they run wildly against the odds. We have a direct desire to make culture through our reckless fingertips. I've been rolling around on the floor for the pas half-hour in my friend's apartment. WEaring a black leotard and mustard denim minis. The temperature has been 92 degrees and I'm coasting with california dreams in my hair. Break your heart, dissmiss your fears.

She's wild like her mother nature intend.