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Bitches get anxious cos theyre like ugh i defo overshared with my therapist today THATS WHAT YOU PAY THEM FOR
its me, im bitches
Marie Antoinette´s bedroom, Versailles.
I hate when people who don't have periods say we're being over dramatic and stuff cos I just came downstairs to get some toast, lost my hearing and vision, collapsed on the floor, went really dizzy, couldnt drink or eat and felt like id been stbbed and set on fire :))
U ever be at work chilling and your old best friend rides past on a fucking horse out of nowhere and makes awkward eye contact with u?
erikahausser via instagram
Someone come and stand on my back please
I can't stop sewing. I've just made another bag. I have too many bags
details @ blumarine resort 2022
Know your worth. Don’t ask for it. State it once and never accept anything less.
Yes this character is evil but have you considered that the song that plays while they commit atrocities is a fucking banger
She’s got the fire and she walks with flames
Me: it's so great to have a guy friend that doesn't have a crush on you. We're a couple of besties. He just appreciates our friendship..
*"welcome to watchmojo and today we're counting down our picks for the top 10 stupidest people-"*
harry styles grammys details
paolo sebastian “persephone” spring/summer 2021 couture
𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺: 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮 🐈
selkie and her 1st fashion show. AMAZING.
chanel ballet heels. SO cute.
details @ andreas kronthaler for vivienne westwood fall 19
’The Picture of Dorian Gray’ by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)
feel better; it’s been a long week, not moving from your permanently dark bedroom, your phone forgotten under the bed with a hundred missed messages, but you’re finally opening your eyes and seeing a sliver of early morning sunlight filter in behind the curtains that a mysterious breeze blew open.
daisy chains; it’s late spring or early summer and you’re dozing with your best friends in the grass, the slow and peaceful brush of the warm breeze keeping you in that state of just waking from a pleasant dream.
songs to run away to; you’re packing an overnight bag and taking the first bus out of the city. you’re not exactly running away, but you don’t plan on coming back. all you know is that your only goal is to keep on running.
classical jams; it’s your fancy neighbour’s annual ball held in their gothic castle and you’re getting turnt to tchaikovsky while very deliberately disappointing your parents who wanted you to use the occasion to find an upstanding suitor.
dark academia but it slaps; vague fuck the school system vibes, doing stupid shit with your close friends, caffeinated all-nighters, a chaotic gleam in your eye as you throw paper planes made from your essays out of the highest window in campus, not knowing if your friend really did commit murder. in this household we don’t take ourselves too seriously.
Need friends to write letters to asap
Not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we've made as a modern society.
Teuta Matoshi | Spring/Summer 2021