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A girl's hobbies are a central part of who she is and who she is going to become. It's fundamental that we spend time not only on the things we need to do, but also on the things that enrich us and support our mental health.

Have hobbies, try new things, and don't be afraid to fail. Vienna waits for you.

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Hey sweethearts! We would really appreciate it if you could post suggestions here for content you'd like to see! If you don't feel comfortable doing this in the comments, you can send it via the asks button!

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References and Inspiration:

We live immersed in social media with algorithms designed to always deliver the same references, algorithms that don't offer anything new or different from what we're used to.

To try and escape this, it's necessary to seek references and inspiration in other areas such as nature, architecture, literature, and even science.

As an initiative and incentive, we created looks inspired by animals, looks inspired by cats, trying to translate the feeling of their appearances into clothing.

-by nala & lia

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WELCOME TO YOUR NEW FAVORITE GIRLIE MAGAZINE!

about us ⭒lia and nala⭒brazilian angels⭒

mpb fans • lovergirls • girls in stem

this is a blog made from dreamy girls for dreamy girls!

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there was nothing but the thundering of his heartbeat raging in his ears, pulsing against his temples as he ran. how careless he had gotten, with all of her trips upstairs and outside for walks... how careless to have shown her this place before she was ready to accept her home, because now she was gone.

and josiah wasn't sure he could get her back.

darkness closed in around him like a weighted pressure, choking his lungs as he ripped through the underbrush with reckless abandon. only sick, cold dread sat in his stomach, and with burning limbs, he continued deeper past the tree line. it wasn't until he took a stumble, falling hard on his shoulder to the ground, did josiah see the blood droplets. relief was like a soothing balm against a burn, his limbs aching and screaming for a rest after running back and forth between the trees.

he'd found her. josiah almost scooped up the snow and kissed it, held it close in joy - until it began to wane enough for him to realize that it was blood. enough of it to make a trail, and while he was grateful for the simple access to her poorly planned hiding spot, something else in him was reacting violently.

remy was hurt. it was maddening. his footsteps quickened, despite their tired protests, until he found her shivering there in the snow. stomach churning at the sight of the blood, smeared across her white dress and a fleck on her cheek, coating her hands and rivulets of it ran down her leg. for a long moment, all josiah could do was stare in abject horror. was this his fault?

then he was all action. sinking down to his knees among the gnarled tree roots, josiah quickly slid his jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. it was large, and puffy, and warm, and far too big for her small frame, so it enveloped her like a blanket. " you're hurt... " he mumbled, reaching out but stopping before he touched her. what could he do before they got back to the compound, to his house, or better yet - the medical building. " oh, remy... " pale eyes were filled with sadness, crystal solemn hues of remorse playing pitifully across his usually morose expression. " you have to let me help you. please. don't fight me. "

with that, josiah adjusted, leaning back against his heels, and reached around her quickly to swipe her legs out from where she leaned, catching her against his shoulder, and sliding his other around her so she was cradled against him. catching his balance, josiah exhaled, and began to walk back through the forest towards the compound, jaw set and the frown rounded, smooth, soft against the harsh lines and jagged shadows over his face.

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vomit, trash, and iron were thickly permeating the air, making carmen's stomach churn painfully again. carmen had already expelled it's contents, most of which was liquor at this point, and threatened to do so again as a waft of the alley stench stung her nose. despite the puking, the woman was still hammered, swaying on her heels and braced against the bricks with a manicured hand.

she'd just looked up from bending double as she heaved, when a shadow came from nowhere. it took a moment for reality to catch up with carmen's eyes, peering curiously through the drunken haze and the darkness between streetlight flashes.

dead body. that was the first thought that echoed when carmen caught up. murdered body.

and she was caught in the crosshairs. of fucking course she was. carmen's breathing hitched, desperately hoping she'd blacked out so bad she entered a hallucination. because that woman had fangs.

" this has got to be the worst fucking way to find out you things are real, " carmen finally hissed, fear chilling her bones and holding her frozen in place. what is one supposed to do when facing their doom? a second later, and the brunette had flattened herself to the wall, scraping her elbow raw in the motion of the vampire coming upon her. " wait! " she breathed out, eyes widened, staring deep into the creature's eyes.

" wait. i don't want to die. "

her heart hammered. mind raced. she'd always wanted to believe that in the end, she'd be brave. now, she wanted to believe she was clever enough to survive. " you could use me! i could feed you. on demand. i could be useful. "

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there was something wrong about this sudden winter. he'd felt it in the chill that cut through his clothes, slicing to the bone. there was a putridity of curses written into the snowflakes that came in droves, falling thick and hard through the night. the hunter had watched it, shotgun against the wall, unable to sleep as he tried to theorize what was causing such a brutal storm.

but it was too much snow. more than natural for this area, more than natural for this time of year. by dawn, hero had made himself sick with the guesswork and worrying. andrina. maybe she would know. exhaustion clouded his mind, and knowing it was just a few miles from his rental into town. he'd investigate, and he'd make sure she was alright. she'll be fine. yet something nagged, clawing terror through his thoughts that suggested the opposite.

white clouded every sense, swirling up in frightful flurries before settling briefly. the air itself was angry, frozen, biting at any exposed features. he buried deeper into his layers, and continued towards the dark smear yards away. it couldn't be another person, but a monster, that was more likely. his heart had already quickened, readying for a fight, when the wicked wind carried his name across the distance to his ears in a howl.

" no. " he breathed out, and then began to run. snow kicked up all around him, and hero stumbled twice, but made it to her in record time. " no, no, no... " he kept whispered, kneeling into the snow with her to help support her with an arm. the other was already unwinding the two scarves wrapped around his neck. " why are you out here? what are you doing? " he anguished, horror striking his heart at every new discovery on her frozen body. the bluish purple hue on her skin burnt to the back of his eyelids, even as it vanished under the thick wool scarf he wrapped around her hands. " you could have died! "

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there was a quiet sound of indignation, playfully accompanied with a huff as imani used her stocking foot to come and jab dahlia in the cheek. " my goal is to make you ' come ', does it matter how i cuuum onto you? " but the laugh she had suppressed bubbled out. rolling over across the bed, knocking a script marked up with highlighter on every page to the floor with a flutter then a gentle thud. it went unnoticed as imani finished whipped around, then pushed up on an elbow and swung her lips over dahlia's hips to straddle her.

somewhere in the background, music flowed in some sensual, lo-fi beat. imani's mocha gaze was trained on the woman under her, held between her thighs, and desire was thick in her voice when she spoke again. " i'm not a paying customer this time. " a hand slid up dahlia's side, under the hem of her shirt, crawling a gentle climb up her side. imani leaned forward, hip bones pressing against the raven-haired beauty under her. the next words were whispered softly. " and you're not in my bedroom at 3:30 in the morning because you want to judge my pick up lines. "