Muted Romantic

Ask me, love.   Verses of Daydreamer. Lending stories to images that have life and dare to breath deeply. Identity to be withheld, for now.
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everywhere she went, she dripped in diamonds and furs. she was old school in her ways but the most luxurious thing you’ve ever seen.

everywhere she went, she dripped in diamonds and furs. she was old school in her ways but the most luxurious thing you’ve ever seen.

(Source: modeavenueparis)

— 6 months ago with 1376 notes

Christian Dior Haute Couture presentation, 1949

Christian Dior Haute Couture presentation, 1949

(Source: kingofcouture, via homicidalbrunette)

— 6 months ago with 22605 notes
fly high, darling, fly high

fly high, darling, fly high

(Source: bienenkiste)

— 9 months ago with 279 notes
#Wings  #ascend  #girl  #fly 
applejuices:

Milla Jovovich for The Face, June 1994 by Juergen Teller

applejuices:

Milla Jovovich for The Face, June 1994 by Juergen Teller

(via homicidalbrunette)

— 9 months ago with 16547 notes
If it is time for us to go, then darling let it be. There’s no reason to hold on to the forces that are not for us to latch on to. It would only be in an anxious desperation for us to see itany differently. This is not for us to keep. Let it go. Rest assured, you will find your peace.

If it is time for us to go, then darling let it be. There’s no reason to hold on to the forces that are not for us to latch on to. It would only be in an anxious desperation for us to see itany differently. This is not for us to keep. Let it go. Rest assured, you will find your peace.

— 2 years ago with 14 notes
#melancholia  #kirsten dunst 
Opulence knows no cost and neither does love. When her lover moved on, she mourned in colours of black. Almost as if death had become her, she never looked back. Only forward into an abyss of sadness that lied ahead. She could have wished that things were different but she knew her heart was dead.

Opulence knows no cost and neither does love. When her lover moved on, she mourned in colours of black. Almost as if death had become her, she never looked back. Only forward into an abyss of sadness that lied ahead. She could have wished that things were different but she knew her heart was dead.

— 2 years ago
It always would make such a long journey to get to Margarita’s to get my hair primped and cut. The distance didn’t keep me from though. Margarita worked miracles with my strands. I could never understand what she was saying but when I got up from her chair, I felt like the prettiest girl in the world.

It always would make such a long journey to get to Margarita’s to get my hair primped and cut. The distance didn’t keep me from though. Margarita worked miracles with my strands. I could never understand what she was saying but when I got up from her chair, I felt like the prettiest girl in the world.

— 2 years ago with 1 note
We decided to make our way to St. Tropez - just for a little weekend get away.

We decided to make our way to St. Tropez - just for a little weekend get away.

— 2 years ago with 1 note
We were just two small kids who knew nothing about love. So instead, we climbed trees and played tag - a little ‘gotcha, you’re it!’ We told each other treehouse tales and watched kites dance on cotton candy clouds against the brightest of blue skies.

We were just two small kids who knew nothing about love. So instead, we climbed trees and played tag - a little ‘gotcha, you’re it!’ We told each other treehouse tales and watched kites dance on cotton candy clouds against the brightest of blue skies.

— 2 years ago with 3 notes
#childhood 
She was always a bit quiet, but her clothes had all the personality. They would say the things she simply couldn’t - she just hadn’t built up the courage. Every day when she walked in, I would look forward to seeing her face full of sadness and her clothing full of ferocity. Of course, I wanted to see her happy but her hats gave me joy. There was something about this girl that no one could quite understand. Her style had humor but you would never see her laugh.

She was always a bit quiet, but her clothes had all the personality. They would say the things she simply couldn’t - she just hadn’t built up the courage. Every day when she walked in, I would look forward to seeing her face full of sadness and her clothing full of ferocity. Of course, I wanted to see her happy but her hats gave me joy. There was something about this girl that no one could quite understand. Her style had humor but you would never see her laugh.

— 2 years ago with 1 note