new outfit post is up. click-through for more pictures. details:
old headband
Sheinside coat
old scarf
Avenle dress c/o
Wolford tights via UK tights
Modcloth boots
Herschel Supply Co backpack
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A Harley rider eating in a restaurant is checking out a gorgeous redhead. Suddenly she sneezes and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket. The biker reaches up, snatches it out of the air, and hands it back to her. “I am so embarrassed,” the woman says. “Please join me for dinner." They enjoy a wonderful meal together and afterwards she invites him to the theatre, followed by drinks. She pays for everything. Then she asks him to her place for a nightcap, and to stay for breakfast. The next morning the guy is amazed. "Are you this nice to every biker you meet?” he asks. “Not usually,” she replies. “But you just happened to catch my eye.”
Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I wonder whether I’ve lived at all. Is it the same for everybody? Do some people have a greater talent for living than others or do some people never live, but just exist?
The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.
(via just-an-autumn)
It’s been over a year and I’m still in love with you. I know I shouldn’t be, but I find myself still avoiding you, and still thinking about you. I don’t have the courage to speak to you anymore, and because of that I have questions bottled up inside of me, that if I don’t get answered, I honestly don’t know if I will ever stop loving you. You told me that you cheated on me once, but someone who became very close to me told me how you cheated on me with her, everyday for about a month, and told me about the others you had slept with. I just need to hear it from you. When we broke up, you blamed me for being distant, and I think it’s because I had learned this, I wasn’t trying to let you feel it, but you did, and for that I have my own regrets. You hurt me, and I will never let you know how badly it was because if I let you in, I’m going to get lost in those green eyes like so many times before.
I think that’s why I picked up smoking again, and at the very last local concert I was at, I made sure you saw me. You told me that if I ever started smoking again, you would never kiss me, never hug me and never love me again…but then again, you also told me that you would never cheat on me.
I promised you that I wouldn’t start smoking, and I think that’s why I did it. Not necessarily in spite of you, but to show you that I could break my promises too.