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Gemma Ward for J Mendel Fall/Winter 2005
you're very pretty like a once in a lifetime witnessing of beauty. never go to greece. luv xoxo
omgg thank you sm!! what's the correlation with greece
sofia coppola girl but in a the bling ring way not priscilla way
coke princess uses Letterboxd to share film reviews and lists. 34 films watched. Favorites: Cléo from 5 to 7 (1962), The Bling Ring (2013),
Summer 26'
it's a summer afternoon, i'm in the capital city and i've left my diary back home. so i will be blogging the fleeting, drowsy days i've spent in a blasé here.
as i think of the incandescent summers passed by me: playing mermaids with my friends, coming home to freshly sliced lime and green grapes on the clear glass counter, alabaster peeking through, i wonder what changed. maybe it was the uncanny and sinister wrath that the 2020s brought along with it. lonely, i have been floating through the days, pondering the inconsequential fleet of idle existence befallen upon me.
sometimes, i stew about, amongst the scathing-hot bubbles of my tub, in my childhood home. my birthday-cake scented bath obliterating the grotesquely thick-and-slick tropical steam forming all around, foaming up the mirror, obstructing my view of myself.
holding this thought, i also hate my birthday. the night before my birthday, even more so. i always tell myself to keep low expectations from people. i don't talk much either. failing, because the human mind is only as powerful as we allow it to be, i cry. i cry all day, and i cry all week. like in the song 4 morant, "i cry from my eyes to my feet."
on the contrary, i love birthday-cake flavoured stuff. two conflicting statements can be true at the same time. but most people don't believe in that philosophy. i was thinking about this because my birthday was 6 months ago, which means it's 6 months ahead. i already feel the looming dread of it. the oscillation between the past and present never seems to forego of me. although, i now know time is not linear and every thing happens at the same time.
i'm so tired
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I’d rather get high fashion
Vlada Roslyakova for Salvatore Ferragamo Spring/Summer 2006
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