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ˑ ִ★ ֗ ˖ 𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗘𝗙𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗭 | he says, 'don't throw away a good thing' / but if he drops my name, then i owe him nothin' and if he spends my change, then he had it comin. @LarineSovietbot
start by thinking of a happy memory, one filled with joy and happiness. then switch your thoughts to your desire. This will superchange your desire with positive emotions. Emotions are the driving force in the manifestation process.
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ㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒
𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊
( + ) 𝕻aris Fashion Week & The Federation
coordinates and enhancesand its offshoots
each year. At the earliest stages, the Federation liaises with the other capitals, such as Milan, London and New York,
and the other shows in order to guarantee international coherence and to remain a true
development lever to serve brands.
The Federation provides logistical support
to member and guest brands by negotiating showrooms, SACEM fees
early on, and can, depending on the brand's profile, offer financial support for shows
( + ) 𝕬t the interface between houses and medias, the Federation draws up and transmits the list of accredited journalists and photographers each season. This list, which is available only to those brands present on the official calendar, constitutes an essential database for sending invitations to the different events.
𝐓he Federation also accompanies journalists in their follow-up of collections and provides them with content that is essential for analysing the week in its entirety.
𝐒erving the 800 professional buyers,
2000 journalists & 400 photographers,
the Federation sets up a dedicated
workspace, the Paris Fashion Week
Center. This information centre draws
on a range of partners in order to
facilitate and enhance everyone's stay
in Paris. The Federation gives impetus
to these services according to needs
and with the support of partners and
of those registered in order to foster
an expertise and innovation dynamic.
ㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 : 𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗠𝗬
( O ) : 𝐓he Science of 𝕬𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝘆 is sublime and beautiful. Noble, elevating, consoling, divine, it gives us wings, and bears us through Infinitude. In these ethereal regions all is pure, luminous, and splendid. 𝕯reams of the Ideal, even of the Inaccessible, weave their subtle spells upon us. The imagination soars aloft, and aspires to the sources of 𝙀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘽𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆. what greater delight can be conceived, on a fine spring evening, at the hour when the crescent moon is shining in the West amid the last glimmer of twilight, than the contemplation of that grand and silent spectacle of the stars stepping forth in sequence in the vast 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀? all sounds of life die out upon the earth, the last notes of the sleepy birds have sunk away, the 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘂𝘀 of the church hard by has rung the close of day. But if life is arrested around us, we may seek it in the Heavens. These incandescing orbs are so many points of interrogation suspended above our heads in the inaccessible depths of space.
ㅤ𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕 : 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘
۫ ꐑ ּ֢ ꐑᜃׅ𝆬 𝐓omorrow I will tell you that I love you. nothing in the world can stop the maddening rush of those three words. I love you. i know you were born with your heart already broken. but the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
۫ ꐑ ּ֢ ꐑᜃׅ𝆬 𝐓ell me where to put the stars. Show me how the oceans keep spilling over. your smile is a blazing trail of light, shot down from the heavens. and I know how much this is going to hurt. but it's too late for me to get off this collision course. tomorrow I will tell you that I love you. and nothing in the world can stop the maddening rush of those three words.
ᯤ ◌⃘ ݊ ۪⊳ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐕 : 𝐀s a writer, there is an inclination to step inside someone else's shoes, to get under their skin and see the world through their eyes. In many such scenar ios, I have slipped into these roles with the greatest of ease-then out again with the same dexterity.
ᯤ ◌⃘ ݊ ۪⊳ ㄒhat was until I found myself in character, playing the girl who falls in love with you. It was then the line between fantasy and reality were so blurred that I no longer knew who I was.
ᯤ ◌⃘ ݊ ۪⊳ 𝓨et, there was clearly a point when my role was well and truly over. When I had gone above and beyond the required word count. Where I had exhausted every new angle or approach there was to writing our story.
ᯤ ◌⃘ ݊ ۪⊳ 𝓘 know it's over, I really do. I know it has been for quite some time. It's over, yet my heart still feels you. You are a memory to me now, but my mind still thinks of you. What we had was finished long ago yet the words will not stop flowing.
⸼ ۫ ✪ ៸៸ׄ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈 : 𝖎 want the weirdos, the clumsy, fumbling, awkward ones who call themselves a big mess. That's where it's at. Give me the ones whose eyes are colored with shades of madness. Throw me in a room with the loners, the ones who never found their place. Sit me down at the table with the dreamers, the ones who feel with their eyes and see with their hearts. Surround me with the extraordinary souls, who inhale passion through their fingertips, and exhale creativity from masterpieces in their own bones. I want to dance with the ones who break their own hearts because they only know how to love too hard or not at all. Build a path with the pieces of the broken ones. I will follow the trail and carry each piece back to its owner, showing them the stained glass pieces of their beautiful, broken, magnificence.
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ㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐗 : 𝗟𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦
˖ ׅ۫ ✾ ׅ ۫ 𝖎 barely know you, she says, voice heavy with sleep. 𝖎 don't know your favorite color or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. 𝖎 don't know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her or why you still do.
˖ ׅ۫ ✾ ׅ ۫ 𝖎 don't know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are part of something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect. 𝖎 may not have a clue about any of these things, but this she places her hand on his chest - this I know.
ㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗦
﹗★ׅ֗ ⊱ֺׅ 𝐓he crimson disk of the Sun has plunged beneath the Ocean. The sea has decked itself with the burning colors of the orb, reflected from the Heavens in a mirror of turquoise and emerald. The rolling waves are gold and silver, and break noisily on a shore already darkened by the disappearance of the celestial luminary.
﹗★ׅ֗ ⊱ֺׅ 𝐖e gaze regretfully after the star of day, that poured its cheerful rays anon so generously over many who were intoxicated with gaiety and happiness. We dream, contemplating the magnificent spectacle, and in dream ing forget the moments that are rapidly flying by. Yet the darkness gradually increases, and twilight gives way to night.
﹗★ׅ֗ ⊱ֺׅ 𝐓he most indifferent spectator of the setting Sun as it descends beneath the waves at the far horizon, could hardly be unmoved by the pageant of Nature at such an impressive moment.
﹗★ׅ֗ ⊱ֺׅ 𝐓he light of the Crescent Moon, like some fairy boat suspended in the sky, is bright enough to cast chan ging and dancing sparkles of silver upon the ocean.
ㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕 : 𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟱
❦︎ 𝕻each & honey in the air. ice-cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze. there's a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint spattered camera-flash on your skin, you, & you, & you.
❦︎ 𝖎 want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other's names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.
ㅤㅤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝐈𝐕 : 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦
mental Illness is invisible. you can sound confident & have anxiety. you can turn up to work or school everyday appear "fine" & have suicidal thoughts. you can look happy & be miserable inside. you can look so good & still feel ugly. you can smile or make jokes & have depression.
ㅤㅤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝐈𝐈 : 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦
𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦.
𝖎sn't about looks, money, or status. we all want to find love but we look for the wrong things. love is about accepting each other's weirdness and flaws. feeling like you can be yourself. It's about seeing an imperfect person perfectly. when someone loves you, they'll accept you even when they know everything about you. they'll make time for you. they'll love you as you are, with all your quirks. they'll choose you over anyone else. If they don't do these things, they don't love you. and if you lose someone who loves you like this, it will be the biggest loss of your life.
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( X ) ' The lady's every-day book : a practical guide in the elegant arts and daily difficulties of domestic life : GENTLE MONSTER
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ㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈 : 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘
𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
ᥫ᭡ ᵎ.ﾟ𖥔 𝐓here was once a King who had twelve daughters, each more beautiful than the other. They slept together in a hall where their beds stood close to one another; and at night, when they had gone to bed, the King locked the door and bolted it. But when he unlocked it in the morning, he noticed that their shoes had been danced to pieces, and nobody could explain how it happened. So the King sent out a proclamation saying that any one who could discover where the Princesses did their night's dancing should choose one of them to be his wife and should reign after his death; but whoever presented himself, and failed to make the discovery after three days and nights, was to forfeit his life.
ᥫ᭡ ᵎ.ﾟ𖥔˖ 𝖆 𝕻rince soon presented himself and offered to take the risk. He was well received, and at night was taken into a room adjoining the hall where the Princesses slept. His bed was made up there, and he was to watch and see where they went to dance; so that they could not do anything, or go anywhere else, the door of his room was left open too. But the eyes of the King's son grew heavy, and he fell asleep. When he woke up in the morning all the twelve had been dancing, for the soles of their shoes were full of holes. The second and third evenings passed with the same results, and then the Prince found no mercy, and his head was cut off.
ㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 : 𝗦𝗔𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦
✩ : ☆ ── 𝕺nce there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before. he would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly-never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. she loved everything he played for her, but of them all-she loved the sad songs best. so he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear.
✩ : ☆ ── 𝕺ne day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. when he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. she thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
✩ : ☆ ── 𝕯o you remember the song that was playing the night we met? no, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
ㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐈 : 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗮𝘁 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧
ׅ ݊૮🖤𖠗 ֺ ֢ 𝕮oncept : it's a moonlit night in paris, you've just finished the most romantic meal ever with your love and as you leave, walking hand in hand, you come across an old lady selling single roses on the side of the road. he runs over and grabs you the largest red rose and you continue. as you turn the corner you smile, look up and gaze at the glittering lights of the eiffel tower. as an accordion plays la vie en rose you look into eachother eyes, and kiss.
ㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 : 𝗙𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗜𝗗
˒ ֺ ִ 💀 ৎ 𝓜y eyes were the first to forget. The face I once cradled between my hands, now a blur. And your voice is slowly drifting from my memory, like a fading polaroid. But the way I felt is still crystal clear. Like it was yesterday.
˒ ֺ ִ 💀 ৎ 𝓣here are philosophers who claim the past, present, and future all exist at the one time. And the way I have felt, the way I feel that bittersweet ache between wanting and having is evidence of their theory. 𝖎 felt you before I knew you and I still feel you now. And in that brief moment between-wrapped in your arms thinking, how lucky I am, how lucky I am, how lucky I am how lucky I was.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 : i am the first woman in my lineage with freedom of choice. to craft her future whichever way i choose. say what is on my mind when i want to. without the whip of the lash. there are hundreds of firsts i am thankful for. that my mother and her mother and her mother did not have the privilege of feeling. what an honor. to be the first woman in the family who gets to taste her desires. no wonder i am starving to fill up on this life. i have generations of bellies to eat for. the grandmothers must be howling with laughter. huddled around a mud stove in the afterlife. sipping on steaming glasses of milky masala chai. how wild it must be for them to see one of their own living so boldly.
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ㅤ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈 : 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗘𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁
Close your eyes and think about that boy. tell me how he makes you feel. let your mind trace over his tired shoulders. allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile. take a deep breath and try to put those dark thoughts aside. for once, let go of the reins you've wrapped so tightly around your heart. I know you are scared. who could blame you? love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. and you are a girl walking into the storm.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : |luv|-n.
𝐈. 𝕬n intense affection for another person based on personal or familial ties. 𝐈𝐈. 𝐓he deep tenderness, affection, and concern felt for a person with whom one has a relationship.
ㅤㅤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝐈𝐈𝐈 :
𝗧𝗼 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.
You've been keeping things to yourself since a long time, reasons being not specific but you have been hurt. the feeling of being caged in your own thoughts and never able to express it, someone. each of us goes through times, filled with pain and sufferings where we lose interest in doing the things that used to make us happy. everyone has their own journey which cannot be compared. more than anyone, only you know yourself, and only you can help yourself to come out of it. write down your feelings and thoughts, it's okay to cry, it's okay to break down, we are all humans and we do suffer at different stages in our lives. learn to cut out things that make you sad, try doing something new and productive each day by making small goals.
ㅤㅤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝐈 : 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗦.
this is for girls who have the tendency to stay up at night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation. who hide their fears, hurt, pain & tears under the smiles, laughs & giggles on a daily basis. the girls who pray that things will work out just once & they'll be satisfied. the girls who sceam and cry to their pillows because everyone else fails to listen.
the girls who have so many secrets but wont tell a soul. the girls who have mistakes and regrets as a daily moral. he girls that never win. the girls that stay up all night thinking about that one boy and hoping, to the girls who are hoping that it'll get better somewhere down the road. for the girls who love with all their heart although it always gets broken. to girls who think it's over.