tangobullets:

I don’t need a calculator

to know I’m gonna see you later

Spring, where are you? #march #cold #snood #me #girl #redlipstick #beanie

thedarlingdolls:

My precious easter basket

oystermag:

Beauty Daily March: Bondi Blues

Morning! #me #hair

‘I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.’

— John Keats in a letter to Fanny Brawne, July 1st 1819

pictureperfectforyou:

(via ~ MarTinE ~)