Girl Next Door with an octopus hat :]

Photographer: Aaron Nace

Model: Precious Little

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Bromance

Photographer: Smashbase

Model Precious Little with Olivia Black

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Bromance

Photographer: Smashbase

Model Precious Little with Olivia Black

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Kitty kat.  Nice rosary eh? Sometimes I DON’T feel like death so I make bright things happen. 

Photographer: Rick Craft

Hair/Make-up/Wardrobe/Editing by model.

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when the dawn went dark
I have to leave you
It’s the only time my essence returns.
With you I find it and it is brutal
the ivory keys wrecking the recluse
and solitary bird to flee.
I can not imagine enough
the bass, so concrete and fueled with brazen melody
to explain.
The horror of beauty, even in music, alas is not enough.
It defines me but it does not define me to you.
I break, my knees capsize
I feel vitalic
my head is illuminated but the space that surpasses me.
What can I contribute to your desire?
All I know is that when I feel this fraction,
this perfectly orchestrated beast there is suddenly
a sound and beauty in world for me.
The calm ether, the violent breath suppressed,
the kind gestures, finally explicit in romance.
The tender tendrils of beats influence my heart rate.

The brazen curse.
How each second explains itself.
Each movement fixated on emotion.
& It is wild & unbearable for me to hold.
You are so volatile
and a run off from heaven.

Just  please,
open your hands.
Be arbitrary for one thing.
One simple hand that wretches in salvation of hell’s bait.
The ultimate undesire of humanity. The chronic strife.
Grieve tumultuously like a real human does.

This is how I feel.
A surpassed being & love.
I can always only portray care
but it is mediocre
a prototype of love.

I dedicate this to someone AWESOME

It has become faint
even my breath.
I wish i could elaborate to you the atrocity of this state.
I have learned to love. I have learned to die by it.
The morbid romanticism heels my heals.
When you touch me I forget I am alive which
is the most significant gift.
I can not respect the acceleration of my heart
How feeling “out of pain” reaches me.
I can not explain how you do not crush me.
I feel the viral electronic pulse.
The muse of a satiated pulse.
I hear the thumping
it’s not a psychotic ariel joy
where I cross my eyes with the man of my dreams
for what completes you?
Is it what unmakes you?
I can’t realize what undeed you are to my being.
A being of supreme qualities
where you fit my tears to be wind wept
discovered by beatific nature
which surpasses humanity?
I just know that what I cry
is treacherous but rips my chest apart
into the ideal catastrophe.
I can not breathe. But, I do not wish to not breathe in your day.
I felt my matter crash.
I finally perished
I heard the harmonic sounds
bestowed for death by religious beings.
The only translation I could comprehend
was
that
sweet is sweet.
it is rare
at times it is true.
when you sense a millisecond of love.
It is enough justification for being.
In essence there is none.
But if you can feel your fingertips utter more
someone has succeeded
for countering some sorrow.

do you recall dear?
the last time I strapped myself to the stairs
in sweet disgust of life and with a flair for death?
I shunned your lips,
which were unfathomable to be for bliss
as in existence to be sublime and true.
I faltered most grandly
that it was a mistake to be in life.

But now.
I can not saturate enough depression
in my lips for artistic merit.
I have begun to feel my lungs
weighted with the breath of whiskey
and cigarettes, hard cash, longest nights
nothing can however outlast your kiss.
I have fallen and failed
in quite another way.
There are no rainbows
ashen with hallucinogenic bliss
No clouds that mellow you out
transform your chilled bones
modify the suicide of your clever and average discontent.
What is there left to experience?
When you have been the brutal marrow of misery
somehow have become accustomed to this vagrant steep
and brittle pain.
& then there is finally amidst in actual life
a way of existing without dying.
I can’t explain the transformation
how the music of smiles and love culls me into a decent end..

Easter theme:) been feelin bright & playful <3

Photographer: Rick Craft (highly recommended)

Model/MUA/hair/wardrobe/editing: Precious Little (moi)

enjoy! :)

Something light, pretty, fresh :) Studded kitty ears <3

Photographer: Rick Craft

Model/MUA/hair/Wardrobe/Edit: Precious Little

So since I have been “graced” with becoming a happier human being, it shows in my work.  I’m experimenting more with color in hair/make-up/wardrobe & photo editing.  I’m interested in creating things that can be appreciated by people from all walks of life.

Photographer: Rick Craft

Model/MUA/hair/Wardrobe/Edit: Precious Little