Curse of the Golden Flower - elaborate gold jewellery and hair ornaments worn by Gong Li as the Empress.

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My fave makeup look is always the “I did this yesterday and slept in it and I’ll probably just go over it today.”



indeed i can’t wait


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so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and


i’m fucking crying 

it says ‘no.’

it literally says NO.

oh my god

Not to shit on anyones pity party but my initials are NO

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I look really wonky like why are my glasses never straight what is this.

Also pissing about with a lightbox because my ipad has that option. I did blue and yellow and purple light but obviously pink looked the cutest in my red room.


Project Day 443: I Love You, I Love You

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The moon is out full and the sky is so clear and looks beautiful and I am a pile of tears and shit. I feel awful.


i require so much attention im worse than a tamagotchi

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im such a linguistics nerd so i just started thinking of when you start talking to someone new online and you have to learn all their personal tone indicators and what :) or any other smilie actually means to them and how after a while you can tell when something is wrong just because they type something differently than normal and we all just learn and adapt to this type of communication so quickly to make these wonderful online friendships and its kind of amazing

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A completely subjective analysis by a brofessor of internet studies.

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Nothing says “rock and roll” like a peacock phone cover!

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It’s a cute little thing though.

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The symbols on the Playstation controller originally had a purpose.

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"What I know of survival is this:
how to adjust my body around the cool spots in bed,
the way my hair is never exactly right
when I leave the house for a hopeful second date,
the imprint of my bra on my skin after coming home
and letting my dress pool at my feet.
Sleeping, alone.
Missing you and missing you.
I eat olives and arugula standing up in the kitchen,
wearing nothing except underwear and pearls.
I do not recognize myself.
Being sad only makes me thirsty.
I drink two glasses of water, take an aspirin,
dance with myself slowly in the living room.
Everything comes back to me in moments—
flashes of your skin, the freckles on your chest,
your perfect wrists, a kneecap, the small of your back.
I peel away the sadness to get down to the pit of the thing
and can never quite manage to finish it.
My hands smell like oranges, clove cigarettes.
Pounds of sadness. I get out of bed. I run the bath.
Chocolate shavings and blueberries for lunch.
Little things, but I am handling it.
Yesterday, I almost called you to tell you that I love you,
but then I remembered I’m not allowed to say it anymore,
and it is awful. You are with me even when I brush my teeth."

Kristina Haynes, “Love So Good That I Forgot to Say ‘Ouch’” (via proudnewsunburns)

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2014 “Magical Girl” Acrylic paint, Canvas F10 17.91x20.86

exhibition work
"Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and sailor senshi"

Making video :) / Canvas art “Magical Girl”

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