Me: windcheaters, skateboards, ancient jeans, lame vintage t-shirts, beat up sneakers, cool dad baseball caps.

also me: faux fur, slinky dresses, silk, killer heels, champagne, emeralds and pearls, sitting in the corner of the room with the best lighting.

trembling-star:

there are two types of summer; white and dark.

white summers are those full of lawn and linen, the sea and soft sunshine,
cherries and children’s smiles, in which you feel disconnected and light,
almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion fluff. you don’t ever want to land.

dark summers are honeyed & sulky, full of
pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias and un-kept promises. cinematic and
shadowy, you exist in a trance of melancholy, and feel passionately,
though feign detachment. pandora opens the box, and lightening fills the sky.

paqistan:

i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful