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I like shiny things playing dress up, sleepy music playlists, fairy wings, red cloud lollies. acrylic nails, anticipation for night out, photos, sparkly make-up, snuggling, laughing, watching movies on my won, beanies, pretty undies quotes, old books, new books, clouds, warm beds on cold days, feather, glitter, teal, costumes, black cats named midnight, fairiues, collages, reading whilst its raining, meeting people in bathrooms whilst intoxicated, couches in random places, the sky just as its getting light and you've been up all night, dusty overfilled book cases, people who hug good, laughting at nothing, hot chocolate,paris, ballet flats, chanel, lullabies, wrap up shoes, deep and meaningfuls, crushes, moonlight, vodka, cuddles, make up, colourful nails, delena, chai tea, piano, red apples, moulin rouge, my laptop, mangoes, bold coulours , new years kisses, swimming drunk and many more random little moments and things that make up my life.

“I just kind of opened up and said, ‘I feel like a rag doll. I have hair and makeup people coming to my house every day and putting me in new, uncomfortable, weird dresses and expensive shoes, and I just shut down and raise my arms up for them to get the dress on, and pout my lips when they need to put the lipstick on.” - Jennifer Lawrence

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“Kiss me then”, she whispered and he pressed his mouth against hers, their hearts slamming together through the thin layers of wet fabric that divided them. And she was drowning in it, in the sentation of him kissing her; of rain everywhere, running off her eyelashes; of letting his hands slide freely over the wet, crumpled fabric of her dress, made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having his hands on her bare skin, her chest, her hips, her stomach; when he reached the hem of her dress, he gripped her legs, pressing her harder back against the wall while she wrapped them around his waist.He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. P. 187 City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare


“Kiss me then”, she whispered and he pressed his mouth against hers, their hearts slamming together through the thin layers of wet fabric that divided them. And she was drowning in it, in the sentation of him kissing her; of rain everywhere, running off her eyelashes; of letting his hands slide freely over the wet, crumpled fabric of her dress, made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having his hands on her bare skin, her chest, her hips, her stomach; when he reached the hem of her dress, he gripped her legs, pressing her harder back against the wall while she wrapped them around his waist.

He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs.

P. 187 City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare

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