ivoriy:

❀ rosy blog ❀

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vodkakilledtheteens:

80s-90s-supermodels:

“Beauty Sleep”, Vogue US, January 1991
Photographer : Irving Penn

aw

omg can i be u 

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gnarly:

I’m single :s looking for a tumblr gf ♡ any takers?

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cravings:

cravings:

i am back after a massive keyboard malfunction.

Okay since there has been some confusion according to this poem and i’ve had a lot of asks in my blog about it’s meaning, i’m going to have to explain it for you. 

That is completely personal. I’m not saying everyone does feel like that, but if you knew all that i’ve been through in my love life you’d be surprised.

I am looking for love - I crave love, I look for it in every boy I meet, thinking they will hopefully explore everything inside me and find it beautiful, and we will fall in this very tingling mutual feeling where we can’t stand to be apart from each other.

I have found love - I’m not going to lie, I have been in love before. I know what it looks like, feels like, tastes like. Imagine: You can’t help it but smile, shout, scream their name. You can’t help but feeling your tiny heart will burst out your tiny chest at any second. And in that moment, the heart is not just the organ that pumps blood we learned about on biology class. It’s still the most important organ though, because it pumps heartbeats, but this time, they only speak the name of the person you love, the person that suddenly holds all of your existance in their hands.

I have lost love - This is the reason I write in the first place. I had something so good, yet so fragile, something so easy, yet so difficult and I lost it. Maybe it wasn’t my fault, maybe it was; love is not about finding the guilty one. I’m just implying that I have lost it; which leads me to the first point: finding it again.

And that’s how I’m three people at once, so confused and ravished by my own feelings, and I really hope no one gets to feel this, ever. I hope I find that someone very soon and I start being only one person: myself, the best of me, because that is what love does to you, exactly. To anyone who has found it: hold on to it, don’t take it for granted. You never know when you can be 3 people at once.

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mariannapaige:

inter-vivos:

mariannapaige:

hahahahaha

I wish Marianna and I could date, so she can write me love letters and it’ll be the most perfect thing in the world. 

ilysm

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quero-te-foder:

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