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Hot emerging Australian label Cameo brings forth a feminine aesthetic with an edge. Above is look from Cameo’s new lookbook shot in the perspective of a street-style photographer.
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I hate being the third person, awkwardly standing on the side. I hate being invited to something but being totally ignored. I hate it when all of my friends go somewhere and not tell me. I hate not understanding an inside joke. Feeling left out can be one of the worst feelings. It leaves you lonely and empty.
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Hi, most of you know my name is Jessi. I’m 15. I was adopted from birth. These are pictures of my birth parents, just about 15 years ago. his name is John, and her name is Kelly, i don’t know last names. They named me elizabeth ann. I dont know much about them but i do love them, so much. i have a bond with them both that i dont think i could ever explain. I received these pictures last weekend from my mom, along with two letters. One written from the both of them. Every since that i can’t stop thinking about it. I want to meet them more than any of you can imagine. and i want to know if anyone can help me. My parents aren’t really into helping until they think i’m “old” enough but i know i am. It’s been my dream for so long. My parents think it might go wrong and they’re scared of what happens if it does. It might hurt me. But i know it wouldn’t. They love me. The letters said so. And that love can’t change. No amount of time can change the love they feel for me. What i know about them based on the letters is this: She is about 33 and he is about 35. He was a US marine in 1996. Located in Japan. After that he said he wanted to be a sheriff in Jacksonville Florida. Besides that, i know nothing. But i want to know, and i want my questions i’ve had for so many years answered. So, if anyone knows a way i can find either (i think he would be easiest to find, if he is still alive. I’m not sure anymore) please help me.
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I expect you not to kick it or even like the people I don’t like. That’s not immature either. That’s called being loyal. Because if you’re butt buddies with motherfuckers I don’t like, the fuck you gonna do when they talk about me? Sit, look stupid, and nod or what? If you’re gonna do that then please don’t be in my vicinity because I am not responsible for the emotional and possibly physical damage I will inflict upon you.
dresses & other deliciousness at the Marc Jacobs showroom, which I had the pleasure of visiting earlier this week… and meeting Marc! (my third or fourth time meeting him. each time I meet him I want to be like “do you know how obsessed I am with you?!”