Faye

appreciating the pretty things and trying to get through life. #everydaybitchin'

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† God loves me recklessly

enough to hate the very

thing that hurts me

without hating me for

committing it †

art: scardoodles via instagram

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i like everything soft & pink;

journal spread ²⁸/⁰²

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happy v day to my fellow loners.

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Mount Wellington, Hobart, Tasmania.

Photo cred: Fayliefloss

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here we go again...

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The Butterflies Garden on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/51262355/via/amvl

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people should say this more often.

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@vintagecoffin

obsessed with this insta account Rn.

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The idea of not conforming to what was implanted in your brain since you come into existence is like exploring a forbidden cave full of glittering jewels with exquisite colours and shapes. You could choose to abandon the emerald but it isn't easy to completely disregard everything that has made up your life until now; so hidden away deep inside a little flicker of green can be found amongst the ever-growing spectrum of colours.

Faylie

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Madelyn's

The sweltering air of New York’s summer hung thick, swirling together with the puffs of cheap tobacco. The smoke barely escaped the lips of married men who went looking for a bit of sympathy in the crowded bar of Madelyn's; named after a beautiful french woman who charmed a young ‘Monsieur Wilson’ into bed for a pretty price. Nightlife seeped between the cracks bringing in hordes of the idle rich who craved a look at Madelyn’s girls. Behind velvet curtains was a bustle of sequins and feathers as long-legged girls rouged their cheeks, transforming into glittering goddesses for the men of New York. However, not everything was so glamorous.

Little miss Susie Bennett, a blue-eyed angel with cascading blonde locks, slumped against the dirty bathroom sink and let out a jagged breath as she tried to wash her self-loathing down the plughole. Wiping away the slight dribble of saliva across her pink painted lips, Susie’s reddened eyes inspected every blemish, every quirk. That morning all her hopes and dreams were sure to come true but reality had come crashing down upon them when the domineering director didn’t cast the aspiring dancer because she rejected his advances. All the extra dance classes and rehearsals that ran into the dark hours of night. All for nothing.

Sitting around polished wood tables with assorted elixirs in hand, the low rumble of laughter grew thin under the shouts emitting from brass instruments. Sweat glimmered down the blonde’s slender neck, heat beaming from a spot light which sculpted her already petite torso was pinched by a ruby laced corset. Extending her thin leg clad in sheer, the lively onlookers dripped with anticipation at that glowing girl whose sensual movements left them begging for more.

Weighed down by defeat Susie compiled to those lonely hearts which ached for attention. She stumbled home, admirers two steps behind the clicking of pink pumps as they whispered sweet nothings in her ear in order to capture her affection.

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I HAVE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH

@wolfcubwolfcub

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Ross is a babe.

(photograph: Seventeen Mexico)

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i fear

you’ll wake up one night

missing me

and it will be far too late.

(PS)

photocredit: @katemossagency

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camden markets by pearled on Flickr.

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she is beauty, she is grace

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[natureandbeauty]

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sticks & stones never broke my bones, but words made me starve myself until you could see all of them. -skin & bone