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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell open for Stella McCartney’s First Chloé Collection-Spring 1998
So we pull down what is above. What is above…so we must be under…not of the same level, but below. We must be scared, scared to be seen as little. Not as good as she. Not as good as he. Not as good as. Not good enough. Why fright? You are as low as low can be. More room grow, you see.
-Swayan
We are both paint and canvas. Let your mind be the paint, and your body be canvas. -Swayan
I worry not for the optimist, but for the realist.
-Swayan
Filled with lilacs, azaleas, tulips, and cherry blossoms, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden might just be the quintessential oasis for New York City residents.
See the photoshoot.
Beauty for Novembre Magazine
You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees
My mother (via raysofthesun)
― C. Kennedy, Slaying Isidore’s Dragons
Too many humans, not enough souls.
Swayan
Alek Wek at Christian Dior Haute Couture F/W 1999
Can I be anymore numb. This is not a question. This is merely a wish.
They never notice the difference between lust, and love. They don’t see the harm. You can’t get honey from a dead flower, silly bee. 🐝
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...because it makes me forget the pain. It feels right you know, at the time, in the moment...it feels right. Twisted emotions, a tornado of feelings that I don't won't to feel comes after the fact. Reality sets in, but why does this have to be reality? Why is this my reality?