i was only dreaming.

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Early morning colours on my wall 

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A CHARACTER PLAYLIST : SHE HAD FLOWERS GROWING IN HER HEART { +listen } — and how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad? 

001 | blush, wolf alice 002 | whole lot of heart, ingrid michaelson 003 | calendar girl, stars 004 | alive, gabrielle aplin 005 | i remember her, ingrid michaelson 006 | valium, lisa mitchell 007 | all about your heart, mindy gledhill 008 | coin laundry, lisa mitchell 009 | little house, amanda seyfried

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Based off of this post by @cwote.

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Send ♬ and I’ll post a song that makes me think of your muse.

[nycbambi]

Beautiful white dresses, fishnet bags, gold details 🌟

New post featuring my collaboration with Belmto–read here 

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Hailey Barnett for FETE

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Colors Of The Wind from Pocahontas on a Harp

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ig @isisilvach

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Those trembling stars … they made my heart tremble, my veins glow when I viewed them.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via ma-demoiselle-cherie)