Anonymous asked: I read that your eyebrows were real?! Please post a makeup tutorial sometime for me I am so bad at my own makeup

When I was 17 I had a pair of thin eyebrow tattoos. They’ve since faded almost entirely, but they served as an excellent guide for me to learn from when I would completely wax off my brows.

As for a makeup tutorial I wouldn’t even know how to make that entertaining without someone getting stabbed in the face without a mascara wand.. 5 minutes of me regurgitating makeup labels to the camera seems like a bad time. I don’t do anything elaborate enough to be of good advice, thank you but I’m sorry.

enchantedsleeper:

Joan of Arc, Charles Amable Lenoir

enchantedsleeper:

Joan of Arc, Charles Amable Lenoir

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wrapmepretty:

Fashion photography by Kristian Schuller

wrapmepretty:

Fashion photography by Kristian Schuller

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"they warned you about loving cowboys- how their ropes twine around your heartand they hurt you with theirshiny guns,how their spurs leave scars when they ride youtoo hard too fast,and how, even though they love you,they never stay for long.they never mentioned the silky cowgirls with lashes that curl like a desert wind,didn’t warn you about their smooth, cold pistolsand the dents they leave on your hips in bar roomswhen the night crowds stumble home,never told you how intoxicating their sweat-soaked chapsare when you snake them off,how gritty their lips when you kiss away the sand,and how, when they scream and buck against you,they sound like the wild wolves that roam at night.they never warned you about the cowgirls,and so, when you fell in love, you were not afraid of her well-water eyes,didn’t fear her temper or her bloodshed or the way she loved you like an animal
when the moon was low and your moans echoed off the cloudless sky.they didn’t warn you about the cowgirls,so when the boys with their whiskey eyes came riding throughyou curled up against her and listened as they tossed and turned,you traced her muscled stomach and listened to the boys with theirshiny guns,and she kept you safe and warmand when the morning yawned she was still beside youwhile all the cowboys 
rode
away.”

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"they warned you about loving cowboys- 
how their ropes twine around your heart
and they hurt you with their
shiny guns,

how their spurs leave scars when they ride you
too hard 
too fast,
and how, even though they love you,

they never stay for long.

they never mentioned the silky cowgirls 
with lashes that curl like a desert wind,
didn’t warn you about their smooth, cold pistols
and the dents they leave on your hips in bar rooms
when the night crowds stumble home,

never told you how intoxicating their sweat-soaked chaps
are when you snake them off,
how gritty their lips when you kiss away the sand,
and how, when they scream and buck against you,
they sound like the wild wolves that roam at night.

they never warned you about the cowgirls,
and so, when you fell in love, you were not afraid of her well-water eyes,
didn’t fear her temper or her bloodshed 
or the way she loved you like an animal

    when the moon was low and your moans echoed off the cloudless sky.



they didn’t warn you about the cowgirls,
so when the boys with their whiskey eyes came riding through
you curled up against her and listened as they tossed and turned,
you traced her muscled stomach and listened to the boys with their
shiny guns,

and she kept you safe and warm
and when the morning yawned she was still beside you

while all the cowboys 

    rode
      away.”
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socialfoto:

Mirror mirror Abu Dhabi , UAE by ktnyabela

socialfoto:

Mirror mirror Abu Dhabi , UAE by ktnyabela

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Take me somewhere cold

Take me somewhere cold

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Anonymous asked: Your ex boyfriend looks tall. You were born in 1990, not of age in 1990. I wanna flap steak fuck ya, baby. Ehhhghghghghghghhghghg.

Anonymous asked: You seem really tall in your pics! So are you over 6ft or just long limbed?

I’m only 5’5” I just have a tall personality

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