i love you. yes, you.

clipping did not work this time for me.
 
this is the most frustrating shit ever. polyvore, get your shit together, fvcking abolish the 50 item limit

i haven't been on polyvore for 11 months. i miss it! i'm just worried that once i start making sets again, i won't have time 'cos of the multiplying school work. but, we'll see :)
 
found this set in my drafts. never published it, i don't know why. hopefully i'll be able to make new sets soon!

{Sorry for this shitty set.}
 
I just wanted to say bye, for about four to five days. Gonna go out of town for a wedding, and I'll be back Tuesday. I'll still probably be able to reply PMs, so PM me! (:
 
I would love to join RPs when I get back, any suggestions?

I haven't been on Poly for four months! And I haven't made a set in six months. Holy shit.
 
I've missed everyone, and everyones' sets are so damn good. It took me a while to make this, I think I forgot how to make a set properly ..somehow.
 
Soo, it's summer now. Hopefully I can whip out a few more sets while I'm not busy with school.
 
SPAIN WON THE WORLD CUP, hell to the yeah. I'm so fucken happy. Even if it did happen a while ago, I'm still on a Spanish Win high.
But now that it's over, I do feel all dead inside. Four years until FIFA Brazil 2014, and I'm doing the countdown!
 
I might as well add this to the Alphabet Fashion Challenge, which is way delayed.
Y FOR YELLOW HEELED SHOES? (:
 

..And as usual, the 50-item limit still pisses me off. This set has soo many flaws it's ridiculous.

happy soon-to-be valentine's day everyone! :)
 
this is X for XOXO, alphabet fashion challenge <3
 
oh and congratulations to TANAA! :) I love you dahl. ilysfm, ilysfm, ilysfm. bhahaha, this set is for YOUH.
 
-this set sucks. it's unfinished, sorry :( -

-Jimmy Choo (on copycats. WOOH YOU GO JIM!)
 
Those shoes are by him, stunning aren't they? This whole outfit reminded me of Blake, which is why I put her here.
 
Oh and I just found out, that Jimmy Choo is Malaysian-Chinese! I thought he was American or something.
ASIANS FTW :))
 
i have so much homework, bleh.

ihatethe50itemlimitsobad. this set has so much white spaces, it's killing me. blame polyvore's stupid 50 item rule.
 
[RP]
Petra Lazarev//HFBO.
 
This is the fifth month, ha. Five months of pure pain and torture.
 
And now you wonder, why do you have so much anger?
Well, ask those bitches from the goddamn perfect planet.
 

Okay I know that lame story thing totally didn't make sense, but Petra is "angry" at the world. It's all to do with the hormone changes and blah.

-ME, oh yeahh. (actually it's by "anonymous" :P)
 
[RP]
annabelle//TCT
-intro-
 
annabelle. that's it. no "anna's" or "belle's". and definitely no "bella's", being compared to that mediocre mortal who's in love with a vampire would be the worst thing in my godforsaken life. forget the jacquelyn, or the keller. i go by annabelle.
i look like a dumb blonde stereotype. except that these blondes have the potential to be beautiful, and i don't. you know, being compared to bella is horrible, but i'm just like her. mediocre. there's nothing special about me. no shine in my eyes, no lit up smile, no pouty lips, no perfect hair. i'm normal. and to top that off, i have grey eyes. the dullest color in the world.
 
my family is so screwed i don't even want to get into any of that.
the love of my life, doesn't even think twice about ignoring me.
i have no friends. i used to, but they dumped me right about the time when i became miserable.
had one kiss, it didn't mean anything. no sparks.
the only thing that makes me feel better is food. and not eating it, making it. cooking, culinary arts, has always been my thing.
i'm a morning and breakfast person. i like to cook breakfast best. my french toast is killer.
 
i love sugar and sweet things.
i love flowers, they remind me of natural beauty.
i love headbands, they make my head feel less bare.
i love long socks, so i don't feel over-exposed.
i love long hair.
i love glasses, they remind me that nobody can be perfect.
i love sunglasses too.
i love mud, it's a good kind of dirt.
i love masquerade balls, nobody knows who you really are.
 
i like old fashioned dial up telephones, they remind me of a simpler time.
i like bandaids, they cover up the wound that's left.
i like tea.
i like muffins, cupcakes are over-decorated.
i like short eyelashes.
i like complicated picture frames.
i like sweeties and pastries.
i like paperclips.
i like buttons.
i like hermit crabs.
 
i hate love.
i hate the color black.
i hate ribbons.
i hate paint, it feels differently dirty.
i hate public blogs, why would you want people to read your innermost thoughts?
i hate self-centered, obnoxious people like that girl who sang on top of the stripper pole during that one award show.
i hate being ignored.
i hate feeling unimportant.
i hate eating.
i hate cancer.
i hate fish.
i hate robots, they can't think.
i hate the solar system, earth is the only planet we can live on. why should there be others?
i hate forgetting things.
i hate bad memories.
i hate the moon.
i hate the stars.
 

that's my life story, ha. enjoy reading nothing.
 
{if you read to this far, say "HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HAILIE MY DARLING."}

[RP]
Petra Lazarev//HFBO;
 
"WOOHHH!" It was in the middle of the day, and I was at the beach.
Everyone turned to look at me, like they've never seen such a crazy bittch before.
I woke up, feeling sick. Everything was cold, nothing felt warm. All the energy was drained out from my body. I couldn't feel anything. Pregnancy jitters? Ha, yeah right. After everything I've been through, you would think that this would be the least that would happen to me, but no.
My stomach felt empty, like a dark, merciless pit. For the first time ever, I knew that I was unwanted. My parents shun me, embarrassed of me. And to think that I was their only child. I don't care anymore, they can waste their godforsaken lives on their scandals and affairs. I'm too tired of crying over them. They kept on giving me lectures, on how our family was better off than others. But if they take even one more second to mull this over again, they would realize how seriously dysfunctional we are.
Look at me! I'm 16, knocked up.
My dad doesn't realize that I am screwed, more or less that he has an actual family. All he cares about is his car, his business, and his mistress.
And my mom? Let's not start. She's the one who kicked me out of the door didn't she? She's too busy hooking up with the gardener to even know what's right and wrong anymore.
In the end, I know that my parents won't support me. I gotta do everything my goddamn self.
 
My outfit was bizarre. Jacket, and booties to the beach? Ha. Well, that's Petra for you.

-Christian Siriano (on his pre-fame style evolution)
 
I LOVEE HIM.
 

[i don't know why this turned out to be so tiny.]
 

 
OKAYY. Chloe is back, teehee. (:
 

OILAOILNY. Mikayla Gemma Hayes.
Shopping with Scarlett, babbyyy!
 
Mood; high.
Location; RO-DAY-OH Drive.
Currently; looking at Siriano designs, oh yeah.
With; Scarlett, who else?
Outfit; white cardigan, print dress, sandals.
 
:) teehee, Nadsie, story tomorrowww.
 

 

 
Bonne nuit (: