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scarletletterswift:

I think forming a bond with fans in the future will come in the form of constantly providing them with the element of surprise. No, I did not say “shock”; I said “surprise.” I believe couples can stay in love for decades if they just continue to surprise each other, so why can’t this love affair exist between an artist and their fans?

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Tony Ward - Fall Winter 2014 2015
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Elie Saab - Fall Winter 2014 2015
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-eliesaab:

Marchesa Ready to Wear S/S 2013.

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12 of ∞ pics of Miley Cyrus.

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-eliesaab:

Marchesa Ready to Wear S/S 2013.

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❝ But you see I’m more of the type of girl who will wear jeans and my favorite shirt, instead of a short dress and new shoes. I spend more time finding the right book to read than applying my mascara. You will find me lost in a story and writing on napkins in coffee shops all over town, because that’s where I feel accepted. If you saw me you wouldn’t look twice, just because I am an average girl, a shy, introverted girl. It’s just not fair though, that I am looked at as unapproachable because of it. No one will come up to me and smile to ask my name or how I’m doing, they just don’t know, that maybe, when I look up from my book they’d see eyes that hold mysteries and a mind that could tell you hundreds of stories about the stars. They don’t know that I could form their personality into a poem that actually speaks the truth of their thoughts, or that maybe if we fell in love, my heartbeat’s would only say their name in the stillness of the night. Yet I am just over looked, I don’t catch anyone’s eye, or attention when I walk into a room. Because my waist is hidden behind this tee shirt, and my face is covered by my hair and my smile is lost in a sea of sadness and confusion. Behind all of this though, is a soul and a heart that is as deep and ever growing as the ocean, there’s so much to discover yet no one wants to jump in and take a chance. ❞
—— i.c. // The Unnoticed Girls (via delicatepoetry)
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❝ The first person I ever loved was not myself, but him, and maybe that was my biggest mistake. I learned to love the dimples on his cheeks, and the lines under his eyes when he smiled. I learned to love the way his eyes turned angry when he screamed into my face, to love the way his hands tightened around my arms. I loved the way his lips lingered on my skin after begging me to peel off my layers of my clothes. I dug up every little piece of who he was, and planted it inside my heart. I kept love for him every where I went, and even when he left me, my heart was still full. I had put so much effort into loving him, that I forgot to love myself. I saw no beauty unless the beauty I saw was his eyes, I saw no greater happiness, than when I saw his smile. So whenever I looked in the mirror, I felt numb, I felt hate. I could not love the freckles on my cheeks, even though I connected his like stars in the sky. I could not love the way my hair got wavy when it was damp, even though I always twirled pieces of his hair in my fingers. I could not feel sweet melancholy when tears ran down my face, but I could when I wiped away his. I could not get undressed and look at my skin, because it was only worth looking at when he looked. I could not love myself, because I thought it was suppose to be fulfilled by someone else. I had become nothing but a daisy, waiting for my petals to be picked, he loves me, he loves me not. I only ever felt love, when it was given to me by someone else. I could not feel love if it was given to me by myself. Yet all this has taught me a lesson, maybe it’s so easy to love someone else, and so hard to love yourself, because that’s who deserves every ounce of your love; yourself. ❞
—— i.c. //  ”Learning to Love Myself” (via delicatepoetry)
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Demi talking about meeting Obama the second time.

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