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emoji asks 💫 (must be answered truthfully)

🐰 what is one secret that you’ve never told anyone?

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be? 

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend?

😘 talk about your crush or partner

💁 if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back?

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

🐾 what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it?

🎁 what never fails to make you happy?

💙 what annoys you about some people? 

😤 do you get angry easily?

🐇 what do you always daydream about?

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change? 

🍓 send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?

✈️ what is your dream city and why?

☕️ talk about your ideal day

🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?

💧 when was the last time you cried?

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?

💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?

💚 who are you jealous of and why? 

💎 which one would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? why?

🙊 what are you ashamed of?

🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be?

☁️ talk about your dream universe.

💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today? 

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why?

🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike

😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now?

🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods?

🍑 what are you obsessed with?

💘 what happens to you when you’re stressed?

😪 what are you sick of?

🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker?

💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have?

☔️ would you consider yourself a good person?

😊 what do you like to do as hobbies?

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself?

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it?

🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored?

🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams?

🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you?

🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why? 

🐴 opinion on __?

🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person?

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.

😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? does it help?

😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad?

🌍 which country do you live in?

🐧 describe yourself in 3 words

🐵 which quotes changed you?

💭 do you keep a diary?

💫 who inspires you?

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why?

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?

🎬 what are some of your favourite films?

🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?

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Camila Cabello for Guerin Blask

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when she danced, ventura became the movements her body made, melting into the music and allowing every thought in her mind to vanish underneath the booming sound. peach lips moved wordlessly, tracing the lyrics as others around her sung. feeling a warm arm around her neck, ventura snapped up, her face alighting at the sight of an old friend. “ grazia ? cariño, i should’ve known i’d see you here ! ” ventura enveloped the blonde in a lazy hug, much too intoxicated to manage more than simple, messy actions. “ i’m not the music, but the music is slowly becoming a part of me. -- i’m sure there are people who would pay good money to be scared by you, darling. a drink ? sí, yes, a drink would be nice ! ” petite fingers wrapped around the other girl’s forearm as she half-led, half-stumbled her way towards one of the drink stands. she looked up at grazia, a smile brightening her features as they walked. “ how are you ? how long have you been here ? ”

“ brasil! la la la la la. amo vocé, gostoso, brasil!” grazia sang, her excitement crystal clear. the blonde was clearly not sober enough to care how off-key she was. brazil was one of her favorite countries and the fact that one of her favorite events was taking place there made her even more ecstatic. her gaze fell on a person and without even thinking, she approached them from behind, her arm wrapping around their shoulder. “ hey! are you the music? i hope i didn’t scare you. want me to buy you a drink?” she offered, genuinely interested in spending some time with the other person, since she hated to be alone for such a long time. besides, her mother had been texting her to come back home quickly so who knew how long she’d stay – so every moment counted for her and she only wanted to have some fun.

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the heat and vibrancy of the festival crowd was electric, the friction between bodies and sound waves almost palpable in a way that overwhelmed ventura’s heightened senses and altered state of mind. at her core, the brunette was an introvert, so it was no surprise that she felt the need to push her way past the sweaty bodies, joint in hand, to try to find a spot where she could recharge in spite of the countless narcotics both stifling and amplifying every breath she took. it took a minute for her mind to collect itself, to filter the stimuli practically being force-fed to her; but once she did, she looked up, a stupidly wide grin overtaking her otherwise hazy features as she recognized harry. “ you’re here ! a breather ? yes, absolutely, if i still have any air left in my lungs. ” a laugh bubbled out from between rosebud lips, her feet moving closer to the wall before she collapsed against it. the girl dramatically inhaled and exhaled a puff of her mary jane before lazily offering it to her companion as she spoke. “ hell...i like it. all i need is a hades to my persephone. then again, good luck with this throng of people. crowds aren’t my thing. where’s the intimacy ? ”

with the muffled electronic music playing in the distant background and a shoulder leaned against a concrete wall, harry rubbed his temple and tried to get his vision back into focus. the world was spinning around him and his vision was completely out of focus. but when he did focus, he could only think of the ache of his fractured arm and the aggravating cast that covered his entire forearm. consciously relaxing his muscles, harry felt his heartbeat slow down and his senses refocus. he only turned around when he heard shuffling behind him and looked to find another person wandering astray from the crowd, “came down for a breather?” he asked, standing upright and taking one step closer as he tried to make out the other person’s face, the crooked smile poising itself on his features “it’s like dancing in the heart of hell out there”

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“I think it’s really important to love yourself. Because I feel like a lot of the time, especially right now, I’ve noticed that insecurity is something that’s so common that it’s not glorified but like romanticized. And it shouldn’t be because at the end of the day you have to live with yourself and be happy with who you are. If not, then you’re not going to be a happy individual and whatever people say will get to you. So you have to know who you are and like it that way.” Camila Cabello

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“I saw a group of teenage boys on the way here, I snapchatted them. ”

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“ OLIVER ! ” she began, her face lighting up in mock excitement before shedding all remnants of emotion, “ i take back my thanks. you should’ve let me get hit. you know seeing your precious little face makes me want to JUMP, anyways. --- our paths were d e s t i n e d to cross, i suppose ! our encounters are written in the stars. ” a grin lined her lips, accompanied by a slight roll of the eyes that was only slightly more playful than it was malevolent. “ you are my life, ollie ! everything i am i owe to you ! except for the looks, of course. that’s all thanks to mamá alda. ”

oliver was only so grateful that he, of all the people surrounding them who couldn’t seem to care less, noticed that this girl who seemed so lost in her thoughts was stepping towards her death. a painful, stupid death. then she started talking about fate, and he wondered whether the universe hates him or if he’s just got shit luck — he never wanted to run into any of his ‘rich friends’ in this state of his. “ventura…— well, it’s a bit odd that this is the first time i see you in months, and it happens to me saving your life.” nevertheless, he put on a smug grin, as he would usually wear on his lips. “just shows you how important i am in your life.” he shrugged, still grinning. 

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“ EXACTLY. ” ventura allowed a simper to overtake her features, brown eyes twinkling up at the man before her mischievously. “ maybe all the good karma i’ve been stockpiling has finally come full circle. ” it was humorous, the way the brunette enveloped herself in her beliefs, as far-fetched as they seemed to be -- but for as ridiculous as they sounded, these beliefs kept her s a f e, sheltered her like a warm blanket against the blistering winds of reality. she was peter pan, always running away from the world she lived in and heading towards the stars. she listened to the redhead’s suggestions, letting out a chuckle as she nodded her head in defeat. “ you’re p r o b a b l y right, red. i’m sure the stars would’ve looked just as beautiful from the comfort of my apartment. --- i’m telling you, though, there’s nothing like the THRILL of a near-death experience to really give you a burst of energy. maybe we should do this whole thing again ? that way, i can feed my inner adrenaline junkie and you can do enough good deeds to warrant a key to the city. ”

“Fate that I just pulled you out of harms way?” The redhead felt a laugh rumble in the back of his throat but he suppressed it, for her sake. Usually he wasn’t much into good deeds, but it wasn’t every day you saw a girl almost blatantly walk herself into the middle of a street where cars zoomed by without so much as a second glance at what was going on on the sidewalks. And he didn’t feel like watching someone die today. “You know there is a crossing, down there? Perhaps fate is telling you to use the lights next time before you turn into a pancake.” 

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finish the sentence in my ask box: ‘talk about...’

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I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.“

 Jack Gilbert, from “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart” (via xanrps)

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VALENTINO Pre-Fall 2015 — Galaxy details

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@grandeventi: you're no good for me darling

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“ WHEN I STARTED walking it was a red light, smart ass. at least --- i think it was. either way, i guess i should be a bit more careful. y’know, maybe look ahead more often than up.  ” venti let out a petite laugh, brown hues flickering between the pavement and the man in front of her. a smirk, mischievous and inviting, tugged at the corners of her mouth as she spoke, her voice singsong and almost eerily whimsical for the situation she was in ( then again, she’d always had a tendency for inappropriate reactions ). “ are fate and luck not the same thing ? i’ve always thought that fate got the short end of the acceptance stick, if that makes sense. it’s kind of like the michelle williams of the universe. fate feels like a death sentence, while -- D E S T I N Y, for example -- destiny feels like a silver spoon filled with diamonds. who wouldn’t want to believe in something a little more positive ? luck makes people feel better. fate sounds like old women with scissors. ” perhaps her speech, coated in metaphors and thinly-veiled attempts to prove herself worthy of something she could not quite put her finger on, only succeeded in building her castle walls HIGHER rather than tearing others’ down. ventura was nothing if not a rambler; it was almost as if the fountain of words s p i l l i n g from soft lips gave her space, a large, comforting blanket that curt nods or single-syllabled responses could never provide. it was almost as if her way of shielding herself from the cold winds of life was to set herself on f i r e, to turn herself into a mystery that even she was unable to solve.

james was hit with a wave of cool air after exiting the bar, seemingly passing through an invisible threshold. the night was enticing, the black sky welcoming, and the liveliness of the streets thrilling. the streets of new york were alive, and somehow made james feel closer to being just that. hands secured in pockets, he allowed himself to melt into the night life, let others carry him in any particular direction. it was a red crossing signal that made him come to a halt, though out of the corner of his eye he noticed a petite figure disobey the sign. impulsively he reached out to pull her back by the waist, his ears left ringing by the honk from the passing vehicle. “ jesus,” he scoffed as she turned around. “ perhaps this is just a daily reminder not to walk into oncoming traffic.” james let his hands drop from her frame and stuffed them back into his coat pockets. his eyes shifted away from the female to gaze across the street. he wasn’t ordinarily quick to save anyone’s life and found the whole incident absurd, though his racing heart would say otherwise. “ fate? i’d call this sheer luck.”

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I have a soft spot for secret passageways, bookshelves that open into silence, staircases that go down into a void, and hidden safes.

Luis Buñuel (via lazypacific)