Killing Me Softly, The Fugees

I'm not a girl, I'm a doll

The world can be cruel for teenage girls in their twenties

“Despite it all, she blossomed anyway.”

— iammyss

you are the moonlight

Okay but silk dresses, roses, warm coffee on chilly autumn mornings, scented candles, the sound of rain and soft tunes

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God we love a good milky pink nail color don’t we babes

i really do it for the girls. specifically the girly girls.

“Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.”

— Sara Teasdale, from February; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915

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