tlfan
diane kruger + poppy delevigne at the gucci party in paris ♥
because it is so much easier to run
weheartit
I'm scared! I'm so fucking scared! I think that I'm maybe love him, I really do! But I can’t, not him! I know that something is wrong, why is he so nice and perfect all the time! WHYY??!! And he is choosing me?! Come on man, there are so many girls out there, take THEM!! Not me…!!
This is making me so scared, because I know it can’t be true! I just know it! About two weeks from now he is coming to visit me (we live in two different cities), and I really really want him to come, but at the same time I really don’t. I know that I am going to say that I am sick so he can absolutely not come!! I know that I am going to do that! Do you want the reason? I always do that, when I like someone I run!! Because running is so much easier that stay! Now I think I decided not to run, but I don’t now if I can do that because I am scared as hell!! I scared that he is like all the others guys… okay, it’s not like I had 20 boyfriends… actually it’s more like one… or can I say .5…?
I just don’t know what to do! I am so confused! I want to love him but I can’t because everything I see is perfection, and no one is perfect! I know that! I have all these feelings inside of me, and I can’t tell him.. I just can’t!! Sometimes when we talk, I just want him to know everything! I mean, we have been friends for 1,5 years now, and I wrote in a text (when I was out with my friends—to drunk for my own best..xD ) that I think I like him more than a friend.. the next day I got a text back… I felt the same way!! Still, I am here in my room, can’t study to a big finale because I am thinking of all this while I receive so cute and wonderful texts from him all the time…! My friends are telling me to chill out! Wait until he comes! But that is the problem!! I know I am going to fix so he’s not coming!
I hate to run! But I hate to stay too! For now, I hate to be in love…! I just hate it so much! And the worst part is that I don’t think I am going to change my mind! Because it is so much easier to run! And do you know what? I love to run! Run is my love! Forever!!!
Marine - Rue Cambon - Paris
" ... My name is Marine. I work as Jeune Fille au Pair.
For me Fashion is a Touch of Style. Today, my look
is casual with a touch of excentricity. I love to have fun.
I hate Materialism. My message to the world: Enjoy !..."
I wear T-Shirt- Blazer & Jeans by Monki
Sweater-Scarf-Cap by H&M
Sneakers by Reebok
Bag by Asos
Perfume: Flower Bomb by Viktor & Rolf
Irina - Rue Cambon - Paris
" ... My name is Irina. I study Sales & Marketing.
For me Fashion is Elegance and Simplicity. Today,
my Look is simple. I love Germany. I hate Paris.
My message to the world: Carpe Diem ! ..."
I wear a Jacket
T-Shirt and Gardigan by H&M
My Boots are a Gift
Bag by Elite
Perfume: "Elle" by YSL
Black/Nude
1. 3.1 Phillip Lim Halter Lace Dress with Leather Collar
2. Helmut Lang Shaped Blazer
3. Jordan Scott Rounded Diamond Ring
4. Deborah Lippmann Nail Polish in 'Fashion'
5. Sobral Camile Earrings in Black
6. Club Monaco Ostrich Feather Clutch
7. Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony Mary Ellen Clog Booties
I want to fall in love with you.
weheartit
I want to fall in love with you.
No special reason behind it. I just do. As you probably know, I've been wanting a boyfriend for months now, but Lady Luck hasn't been on my side. There were a couple of guys who came along, but neither of them were my idea of boyfriend material.
I'm not saying you are, but I realized I quite like you, and that makes all the difference. See, I don't remember much about you, except that you were with my cousin for about a year or longer and that I met you once before (only to embarrass myself by drinking beyond my limit and throwing up). I have a vague memory of talking to you about my cousin when you were no longer together. It was about her relationship with her then new boyfriend. Something you said about cherishing her stuck, for some reason, and since then I've convinced myself that breaking up with you was one of the most stupid things she's ever done in her life.
I probably shouldn't have initiated the online conversation that led to this. By this, I mean this—all this talking we do through text, sometimes through chat.
I mean, it's probably nothing.
But I must admit I've been deriving some sort of felicity from our correspondence.
Which is probably wrong. We're friends, aren't we? For me, at least, we are. I'm too scared to ask you anything because it might put you off and cause you to distance yourself from me, so I hold myself back from throwing stupid questions in your direction and plague myself instead with torturous what-ifs lacking definite answers.
I want to fall in love with you. The want in this statement implies a consciousness on my part, a decision waiting to be made. Should I jump or shouldn't I?
I really don't know.
I've been trying to weigh the pros and the cons, but I have trouble organizing the chaos in my head, so I still haven't arrived at a conclusion. Only one thing has been fully established so far: I like you. And, inevitably, I find myself hoping you'd like me too.
When such hope begins to burn in my system, I panic. And for good reason. I am putting myself in a vulnerable position because of this hope. Don't I always say that hope leads to heartbreak? And I honestly believe that. Slowly, I am becoming attached to the experience of getting good morning messages from you, of being said good night to. Then I wonder if it's you or if it's the attention I am snagging from you that has this warm feeling circling in my chest. Twice I had thanked you for your attention, and twice you'd jokingly called me emo for it. I really do appreciate it though.
I'm overanalyzing things, I know. It would be much easier to just ask you, of course, but it's too risky to do so. Besides, we've only just been talking for a week, so what the hell, right? I'm scared of freaking you out, so I'll shut up for now.
And I know you probably won't get to read this but I'm writing it anyway, just to get the shit off my head even just for a second.
I want to fall in love with you.
But according to societal norms, it's too early for love so I will like you for now. I'll make an attempt to extinguish the tiny flicker of hope buried under my skin, but I'll hold on to the possibility of you getting me a pack of Life Savers, just as you said you would.
That day, when I finally saw you again, my heart raced I couldn't help fidgeting with my phone. Games are a good distraction so I consumed the remaining time trying to beat a tough level in a game called Taiko no Tatsujin. You said I looked like I wanted to smash my phone against a wall. I probably looked retarded. I wish I were cute instead.
I don't remember much about you, but I don't think I can forget you now.
I want to go out with you on a movie date or something. Hang out with you at an empty parking lot and talk to you about the stupidest things. But I can't ask you out. I'm not brave enough. Not because I'm scared of rejection but because it might mean having to give up on the inside joke involving mouthwash and the poring faced emoticon. And more than being rejected, it's losing these things that keep me from popping the question.
And then there's you. I mean, this has been all about me, me, me so far, so let's talk about you. You do have someone you like, don't you? Maybe someone you love, even. Of course, I'm only making assumptions, and if there's one piece of advice I get told often by my friends, it's to stop assuming. Easier said than done, though.
This is so damn complicated.
I want to fall in love with you.
And if this keeps up, I might just do.
- Star
Get The Look: Mary-Kate
1. Prabal Gurung Drop Shoulder Wrap Coat
2. Botkier Isla Shoulder Bag
3. Fragments Fireball Earrings
4. Falke Pure Matte 100 Tights
5. Forever21 F9121 Sunglasses
6. JUMA Waterfall silk scarf
7. Pelle Moda Vinette Buckled Platform Booties
Marcella - Rue St-Martin - Paris
Marcella - Fashion Journalist
I wear a Jacket by Printing
Pants and Blouse by Zara
Boots by Zadig & Voltaire
Bag Vintage
Shades by Mercura NYC
Check Marcella's Blog "here"
Models on the Run ! Paris Fashion Week
J'adore cette photo !
Ça tombe bien, j'en suis l'auteur.
Pour moi, elle symbolise bien certains aspects de la Semaine de la Mode à Paris
et de la mode elle-même toujours en mouvement ...
(Photo réalisée aujourd'hui à la sortie du défilé de Jean-Paul Gaultier)
please don't forget me
unknown
Often I couldn't type anything out -the words weren't good enough, and I would inevitably leave it off. To say the least, everything I wanted to say wasn't really a mystery, I felt like I had nothing new to offer.
My story? Yeah, we fell in love. Then we fell out of it.
Well, he, did anyway.
It's been a year now, since I said goodbye. The reasons are now all fuzzy now, and I can't remember if it was him or I. I try to reason with myself. Sure, he might have loved me but he had too many skeletons in his closet, too many secrets he kept hidden away from the world. Even from the one, he proclaimed to have been madly, truly and deeply in love with. I like to think that I stayed as long as I could and that I loved with every ounce of my being, but now, the odds were finally against us, and it was time to call it quits.
You asked me to stay. Just a silent whisper. I knew you were trying your best, but I wanted...I needed more than that. All those nights that you and I stayed up fighting, crying and hurting, I really thought somehow in the midst of it all, we'd make it. We were fifteen and sixteen, but I swear, I will never be as in love with anyone else as I was with you. And that thought truly haunts me, because whoever are next, they have to struggle with the remaining pieces of me. They have to muddle through, doing the best they can, even if I secretly know that nobody else could compare.
I can't believe my insanity sometimes either, those nights that I would dream of you, confessing that it was me you still wanted. A part of me still needs you to be brave and tell me before we leave high school for good that you love me, no matter the mistakes shared between us.
But time has passed, too much time. There is too much distance between the both of us, and we're so far away that I wonder if what we had, what we shared...were we even in the same world? Was there really a time when it was just you and me? Was there really a time when we loved one another?
What I would give to let you go, every bit of you. Your voice, your hair, your arms and hands, and the taste of your lips still on mine.
But I'm too late, and you're gone for good now.
You've moved on now and that girl - well, she's just amazing. Her silky black hair, her smile, her wonderful heart. You really did better second time around, didn't you? But I'm not mad, I'm mad at myself. Somewhere deep down in the shallow pits of my heart, I've wanted to confess this to you for so long now. Peter, I still love you and I'm sorry.
Please don't ever forget what we had. Please don't forget me. Please.
-A
hot pink lips
vogue.co.uk
i adore everything from the JIL SANDER S/S 2011 collection-
but this lip color is really the cherry on top ♥
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