#Mid Length

[nailsandinspo]

[pictjoe]

[moxicab]

[fashion-find]

Simier Fariry Womens Hide Belly Mid Length Work Casual Dress with Pockets

[nailsonblackwomen]

#NYCNailRoom

[dalandan-oranges]

THE BROTHERS BASONG AND BALIW

-Ayuquitan/San Jose: Baliw, in Negros Oriental and Siquijor Island: Legends, Beliefs and Folkways (ed. Caridad Aldecoa-Rodriguez)

[marzipanandminutiae]

The best hairstyles for fem ladies in 19th-century stories: a Lesbian Opinion

1. Very long and appropriately Up for the era in a style that reflects her personal taste

2. Ye Olde Pixie Cut (yes that WAS a thing)

Thank you for coming to my TED Tak

[lazylittledragon]

gave in and got a duster coat to pretend to be a detective

[oifaaa]

Maybe try putting Tim in the cone of shame next time he tries to bite you? Or use a spray bottle? Idk, get your pet socialites properly trained, dude, smh.

I don't know why it's suddenly my job to house train Tim but sure

[halojalex]

it’s their world and we’re just living in it

[janeya]

LONG HAIRED JANES PLS ANSWER THIS ONE

soo many and there should be even MORE

[nailsandinspo]

[kurokoros]

If you could reblog after voting for a wider result pool, that would be much appreciated! Thanks!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Metallica - The Unforgiven II

[nailsonblackwomen]

#nailsbysophia17

[loptido]

hi there, nothing much, just coming on to think about..

coming home late into the afternoon— it’s borderline evening, the setting sun already shining the world in an overlay of a calming orangey-yellow — to kazuha who welcomes your return with a soft smile and arms open wide, just waiting for you to come in between them so they can wrap you in a hug.

you close the door behind you as you lug yourself towards him, slumping into his open arms as soon as you get close enough. kazuha remains silent. usually he’s all chipper with a poem riddled in infatuation and utter admiration already spewing from his mouth, acting like the opening line to your conversation.

neither of you say a word. kazuha’s hands pat you gently, one buried in your hair giving you small rubs to ease away any headaches that lingered from today, and the other on your back, occasionally moving around to massage your stress away. he always does this; it’s relaxing, and it works well to ease away your tension, your stress, and you finally let the tears flow through.

the poet’s clothes get stained with tears, but he doesn’t care.

you stay like that for a little while longer, kazuha holding you tight as you let the stress from the morning leave your body through tears.

once they’ve dried, kazuha wipes your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “want some tea?” he asks, intwining your hands together as he softly leads you to the kitchen, “i’ll steep your favourite. it won’t take long, don’t worry. i’m not leaving your side, dove.”