i want to dye my hair and lose ten pounds and straighten my teeth and be the girl of your dreams. i want to be beautiful and imposing but friendly and loving. i want to be cool and kind and mysterious and lovely. i want to kiss you in the backseat and write you poems and leave you in the morning. i want to be magical and wonderful and better, better, something un-me.
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i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful
this is my favorite post, it makes me so happy
i wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where i rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed
a dentist
i dont know what your dentist is doing to you but i think you need to go to the police
shoutout to the genuinely nice girls who tell u ur hair looks good or ask where u got ur jeans from or gently let u know if u have lipstick on ur teeth…..u make the world a better place
Irving Penn, Mascara Wars, New York, 2001
‘Companies spend millions of dollars developing breakthrough technology, and we were reporting on the latest “mascara war” between two of the giants,’ Posnick recalls. ‘The model’s eyes were closed for two hours while Penn photographed every possible variation… He had a picture that wasn’t especially exciting or memorable, but there was nothing that he hadn’t already tried… Our model opened her eyes, and I saw that they were completely bloodshot. Penn said, “Don’t move.” He did just two or three more exposures. Here was the shock that was missing’
“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?”
“yeah”
“whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
Gave this to Laini Taylor today! She was so amazing and lovely! And said she’d hang this in her office (whut!?!)
Just a few of my back-to-uni essentials for this year! My lovely new Kikki.k diary and a book of Japanese short stories I found in Brisbane last week! Oh. And of course my earphones. All things needed for the train journey there and back, and for the monotonous hours between classes.
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.





