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Sorry, I haven’t been posting my outfits. It’s been not good lately since I just got over a very bad bout of bronchitis and still catching up with work.
Today’s coordinate. Another headless pic, I still had a towel on my head and hadn’t had the chance to do my hair yet.
Item list:
Crochet scarf: H&M
Boyfriend cardigan: American Eagle
Ruffle vest (under the cardi): H&M
Sleeveless lace dress: ZARA
Tights: TRAIN女の欲望(onna no yokubou) tights for winter time
Shoe-boots: American Eagle (I may have to remove the tassels on these later)
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DIY Embroidered Fox Dress Tutorial from Frolic here. There is a really detailed illustrated download on how to transfer/embroider these foxes (created by Hetterson and illustrated by Annemarie from Scout’s Honor Co). First seen at Studio DIY - 5 Things to Embroider here.
Couldn’t you just draw the foxes and then trace them with thread? this going my project pile.
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This is apparently coming out in 3 days.
In 3 days, I’m going to start to be a total jogging addict, I think
i’ll finally lose weight
omg yes
OH MY GOD PLEASE BE ON ANDROID PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Finally some motivation.
I’m definitely losing weight before prom.
okay i need a new ipod so i can get this omg
WHAT
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
I will always reblog this
Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.
Oh fuck yes.
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1950s bridal wear.
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Codie Young by Camille Vivier for Lula
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