Eiffel Tyler
NYC via Florida. Fashionista.com Associate Editor. I love models and One Direction (it was supposed to be a phase).
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#Jessica Chastain

uglygirlsclub:

don’t date anyone who isn’t proud of you

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#WORDS TO LIVE BY

Feeling pretty “¯\_(ツ)_/¯” but we have the best skinny mirror at work so let’s focus on the posi-damnit there’s a rip in my tights.

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#me

My face was dumb but my hair was good Sunday so.

My face was dumb but my hair was good Sunday so.

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#me

abigaildonaldson:

RIP Oscar de la Renta (July 22, 1932-October 20, 2014)

"There is much being said that his passing yesterday marks the end of an era. Not true. He was the most democratic man I knew and he would have lived happily and defined any era. He was happy dining with the rich and famous, for sure, but equally happy playing dominoes with his devoted staff. His designs reflected his extraordinary personality: optimistic, fun, sunny, romantic. … he told me he felt he had had the most amazing life and he was not afraid. This strength must have been with him in the hospital last week when he made the decision to turn off treatment; it was not the quality of life he wanted.
"He always said accept your friends for who they are, not for who you want them to be. Oscar was everything you could want a friend to be. Annette was his perfect partner, creating those magical houses and gardens together, giving extraordinary seemingly effortless dinners, and always taking care of each other. She slept on a cot in the hospital every night he was there. Theirs was the greatest, most life-enhancing love affair. Last week in the hospital he said that she never wears the beautiful jewelry he gave her, and she said simply, ‘I have you.’" — Anna Wintour

abigaildonaldson:

RIP Oscar de la Renta (July 22, 1932-October 20, 2014)

"There is much being said that his passing yesterday marks the end of an era. Not true. He was the most democratic man I knew and he would have lived happily and defined any era. He was happy dining with the rich and famous, for sure, but equally happy playing dominoes with his devoted staff. His designs reflected his extraordinary personality: optimistic, fun, sunny, romantic. … he told me he felt he had had the most amazing life and he was not afraid. This strength must have been with him in the hospital last week when he made the decision to turn off treatment; it was not the quality of life he wanted.

"He always said accept your friends for who they are, not for who you want them to be. Oscar was everything you could want a friend to be. Annette was his perfect partner, creating those magical houses and gardens together, giving extraordinary seemingly effortless dinners, and always taking care of each other. She slept on a cot in the hospital every night he was there. Theirs was the greatest, most life-enhancing love affair. Last week in the hospital he said that she never wears the beautiful jewelry he gave her, and she said simply, ‘I have you.’" — Anna Wintour

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#Oscar de la Renta

naimabarcelona:

Olivia Palermo For Harper’s Bazaar Australia

naimabarcelona:

Olivia Palermo For Harper’s Bazaar Australia

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#Olivia Palermo #Zimmermann

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#Oscar de la Renta

foxxxynegrodamus:

vacancyprojects:

Kanye West going crazy to A-ha’s “Take On Me”

ME AS HELL

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#holy SHIT #about me #Kanye West

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#Chanel

The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name.
PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon (via tromos)
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#well damn