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Maison Martin Margiela S/S 01

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Maison Martin Margiela S/S 01

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manutchehr: 1967

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:13:26 -0400

manutchehr:

1967

e-rea: she sells, sea shells, by the sea shore

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:12:33 -0400

e-rea:

she sells, sea shells, by the sea shore

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devdevdev: Guila Pesarin—La Folie

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devdevdev:

Guila Pesarin—La Folie

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iconophages: nancy buchanan, twin corners (1975)

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:02:26 -0400

iconophages:

nancy buchanan, twin corners (1975)

aubreylstallard: .

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aubreylstallard:

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paperdollhearts: In class this morning, my history professor...

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paperdollhearts:

In class this morning, my history professor went on a most fascinating philosophical tangent which led to his asking our class to share some ways in which others describe us. I watch my classmates glow, speaking in excited tones, tossing their heads as the morning sun shuffles through the blinds. It’s times like these I feel distant. My gaze catches the orbs of dust languishing in streams of light. Like the others, I should call to mind academic accolades and such…instead my thoughts alight upon fanciful little bubbles in the expanse of my lifetime.

Like the time I was at the beach a couple years back. Sandals and towel cast aside, I began wading in the cool water, the gulls overhead acknowledging every step. A sandbank’s sudden curtailment introduced me to the ocean’s depths. Swimming to the surface for the gasp of surprise I’d scarcely had time to take, my hairband dissolved; leaving my mid-back red tresses glittering with sea and sand.

The water lapped musiclly at my shoulders and for an instant, I felt more at home in the water than on land. Diving for shells and sea glass was first on my agenda which soon gave way to my somersaulting betwixt the waves (I managed 8 in a row). Pulling myself upon the bank, I heard a young child squeal on the distant shore. She pointed both arms towards me and shouted, “look Mummy, she’s a mermaid!”

l0vely-insanity: ✝soft grunge/model blog✝☯

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l0vely-insanity:

✝soft grunge/model blog✝☯

dontrblgme: T0642 (via rskm)

Sun, 12 May 2013 07:01:26 -0400

dontrblgme:

T0642 (via rskm)

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