I miss my long long hair

clean white love.

from ros.

lelove

since I'm working at ferragamo (fromdarkvict)

From Poland

teamgenius

style.dk

Above the irony of the Moulin Rouge

stylebb

Whoa, surprises in life and what it might bring you:)
Opportunities

booksactually
Oh fuck I need to go.
Damn
Money all spent on muse. They better be worth it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damndamndamn

rip daul

cred bliss

You know what really sucks?

Working in ferregamo but unable to afford anything
Having a good body, but horrible skin
Having so much ideas but not being able to express them
Having to wake up everyday, without having any direction to head towards too
Having so much to live for, but having almost none

Helsinki

Repetto<3

Bitches ought to kill themselves!

Work has been reaaaaal crazy

yohjiforferr

The back of the leather shoes are amazing and there's still a few which I can't find on the net.
There's always a reason to why we pay more for brands.


For example, 6months is taken for one LouisVuitton trunk to be completed. Hence the price, aye?

I DON'T WANNA GROW OLD

Muse coming down to tiny island in 03feb, can't wait!
I think that being in love is an awesome thing, and it does wonders to the human soul
I miss being in love, it's an indescribable feeling.

Just that, it's difficult to love again(for me, that is). How can someone, who has given her soul, her body, her mind to someone, given it to him for safekeeping, given it to him because it was him, have it torn and tortured by him, tattered pieces thrown back to her, find the way to AGAIN give it all to someone?

Remember, it's all just a facade sometimes.

topshopxashish
credit:sss

Want

Young Retro Kind of Love- lelove

I've recently developed some kind of feelings for a guy in my college dorm. It merely started as a liking for his good looks, nothing more. But after a couple of weeks, we were just together with a group of friends, walking back from a night out. I don't know if it was the way the streets were dimly lit, or how the rain was still damp on the ground, it's horribly cliche but i found myself becoming more attracted to his boyish grin and the way his eyes mock my silly jokes. We bonded over music, over songs that are constantly played on my ipod. That night i fell asleep wondering how fun it would be to go to a concert with him, now, i often think of him when certain songs fill my headphones, and I wonder if he's listening to the same thing; the walls are pretty thin, and sometimes when i play our mutual favorite song, it's my way of saying 'this is for you'.

I'm generally extremely confident and comfortable in my own skin and looks, but with guys i crush on, it never actually turns out the way i hope, and so i've found that now, with him, i keep second guessing myself and annoying my friends with the constant insecurities. Everyone knows, somehow, except for him. But it's good, because i kind of have a claim to him without him knowing,and i can allow my eyes to linger on his for a few seconds longer than it should for a platonic relationship, I can ask him if he's feeling better from his cold without looking like an overprotective stalker, and I even allow myself to gush over 'hot guys', guys i would never choose over him if it comes down to it.

I love his smiles, and his sarcastic remarks over my klutziness, I find myself holding my breath when we accidently bump into each other in the hall, and it's good, in a way, to be right next to him, because I'm strangely comforted by the fact that he hasn't brought anyone back with him.

I'm by no means a stalker, or in love, and in fact, this story probably won't warm your heart or make you gush like the others, but sometimes, somewhere, not everybody's falling in love or crying over shattered hearts, they develop crushes that puts them on a slight high, even if it may amount to nothing, it's thinking about the possibilities, finding songs that match your feelings, writing about it, glorifying it. Sometimes, for some of us, it's enough. It's what we need for now.

I want him to pick up on some kind of clue, I think I won't be able to do a junior high 'i kind of like you' speech, but right now, i'm content with just sending him subtle glances, becoming giddy about the possibilities, and just enjoying the warm, fuzzy feelings I haven't had in quite a while. It feels slightly cheesy and seems so un-college, so unsexy or wild, it's a retro, young kind of crush, and I just realized how much I missed feeling like this.