They own the night.

Rebecca
Eighteen / Massachusetts / Mermaid

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18k gold with a carved agate skull surrounded by rose- and old-cut diamonds and black enamelling, with hallmarks for London 1852. It has an interior inscription on the ring that adds another fascinating layer of history: Inscribed “James Dixon Obit 1852,” it memorialises James Dixon, a well-known English silversmith and founder of the family firm of James Dixon & Sons.

18k gold with a carved agate skull surrounded by rose- and old-cut diamonds and black enamelling, with hallmarks for London 1852. It has an interior inscription on the ring that adds another fascinating layer of history: Inscribed “James Dixon Obit 1852,” it memorialises James Dixon, a well-known English silversmith and founder of the family firm of James Dixon & Sons.

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lissyellephotoblog:

“May 2013”

Some moments from last month

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cosmo tip #716

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keep him guessing! say “goodbye” instead of “goodnight”

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

— Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)

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me on my way to deliver a kiss to u

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spookypuke:

kaylah’s manicure aka the best nails i’ve ever seen

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