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moon snail 🌕

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#mysteed

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And I can't stop staring at my own reflection

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feels like you could die in the city lights...

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:) CASSIE (: AND :) FRIENDS (:

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✨✨✨

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💟☮️💟

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safety net

I could bet you go far

I’m stuck in the room

Heavenly sent but nothing yet

My choices to change the sector

but nothings better

than when I think of you

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Lana Del Rey in 2015･ﾟﾟ･｡♡

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zandra rhodes - dennis nothdruft 

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When your stupid ex returns and expects you to take him back just because he has a sexy stupid beard and a cool stupid new outfit…

✨Angsty reunion✨ version 2

Now with a 100% more yassified Stede!

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Sophie de Oliveira Barata: ' The Alternative Limb Project' (2014)

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THE PRESENTATION GAME

Bella! Shouted my mother, take your child to work day! Yay! I laced up my cute ballet flats and floral dress; topped off with a flower crown I made from flowers from my backyard. It was a sunny day with a good chance of realizing my career path. My Mother and I got in her Volvo and reviewed our first client of the day. Maria Barrett and her loft apartment. We arrived at approximately 10 AM. Maria was a twice divorced widow who inherited a large amount of money from Chester Kid, her second husband who didn’t have any family. It was Maria where I noticed being an interior designer was like being Nancy Drew. I could be a spy. Back then, I loved the idea of getting my hands dirty and solving the mysteries of the rich. SCARED, I sit today knowing that back then I didn’t realize that interior designing is more insightful than being an A-level pervert. Place yourself in the shoes of 18 year old Bella, she’s about to knock on the door of her biggest mistake. Hi, I looked up. I’m Preston Case, your new project. Weird wording was my first thought but I was distracted by his face. I thought his cheekbones were very beautiful and his hair so long and swift. Ignore him, said a tall woman standing 6 six feet behind, leaning up against a glass table with seashells on it. Her pencil skirt and brass hair, It was alluring. My husband is 10 years younger, can you tell? I stood unable to speak. I felt like Annie approaching Miss Hannigan and Rooster. It was intimidating but I felt like a VIP at the cool kid’s party. C’mon come inside, said Preston. I walked into their moden home. The walls were covered with paintings of Pelicans and seashells. The floor was hard wood and it smelled of citrus. I never introduced myself. I'm Sandra Case, she stood towering over me in her white blouse and her nude high heels. Hello, I shook her hand. Sandra brought me to the living room. I want to redo this mess. Sandra shoved the silk pillow off the leather couch. I reached down to pick it up. Never touch my furniture. I’m sorry, I said. This is a 10,000 dollar pillow from Egypt. I swallowed my pride and in my head went bonkers over the fact that no matter how rich you are, how could you drop $10,000 on a pillow?! I mean that could go to a charity or even a I mean i don’t know it could go somewhere better than an egyptian pillow. Ever since that tense moment with Sandra I could barely focus on my job. I mean, I was 18 as an interior designer for a SERIOUSLY RICH clientele. It was beyond exciting but now when I show up for work I can’t believe the audacity of Sandra. I went home after my third day of work and I couldn’t get that moment out of my head. I arrived in my mother’s closet and looked through all of her pieces. I found, deep in the archives, a vintage dress from Balmain. I tried it on and felt 40 years old. Mature, responsible, business woman, alluring. I felt like Sandra. The next day I showed up wearing that exact dress and Sandra was treating me a lot better. I guess when I showed up looking all lolita she felt she could treat me badly. If she wanted to play the presentation game I knew I could let go of myself a smidge to win. Let the games begin. I’ve never been looked at the way Preston looked at me. Creeping up behind me with his stare only to present the idea. Would you like to cook dinner for us tonight? Preston leaned in closer. I felt obligated to say yes, so I did. Mom always wanted to know about my work days. As time went on I felt numb to my feelings when I went over to their house. Designing became a job not a fun hobby with money involved. When work turns into agonizing work, then, it’s not what you love. I stopped going into details when telling Mom about work. It was dinner night and Sandra gifted me an apron. When I met Preston I cooked dinner for him in this same number. I questioned, was this worth it? Cut to me cooking lobster bisque. I knew if I ever wanted to make a statement as an interior decorator I HAD to do this right. You know you're a very young success story. Sandra pointed out. I am? I said. Yes, be careful of trainw