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Cant wait
DIY Bleach Shirt
To make this floral print shirt you need:
- A solid colored shirt
- a small spray bottle with bleach inside
- A lace cloth big enough to cover the shirt
Lay the lace over your shirt and press them both down flat. Iron it or pin it if you want. Then spray the bleach over it lightly, but enough to cover everything. Let it dry for a while. The longer you leave the bleach on, the lighter the bleached parts will get. You can take the lace off while it’s drying so you can see how light the shirt is getting. Once it’s as light as you want it, rinse it out and you’re done.
Idea and pictures from themanzanitablog
Imma do this
“The Ultimate Collection” track listing:
Disc 1
1. Your Love Is King
2. Smooth Operator
3. Hang On To Your Love
4. The Sweetest Taboo
5. Is It A Crime
6. Never As Good As The First Time
7. Jezebel
8. Love Is Stronger Than Pride
9. Paradise
10. Nothing Can Come Between Us
11. No Ordinary Love
12. Kiss Of Life
13. Feel No Pain+
14. Bullet Proof Soul+
Disc 2
1. Cherish The Day
2. Pearls
3. By Your Side+
4. Immigrant+
5. Flow+
6. King Of Sorrow+
7. The Sweetest Gift+
8. Solider Of Love+
9. The Moon And The Sky+
10. Babyfather+
11. Still In Love With You**
12. Love Is Found**
13. I Would Never Have Guessed**
14. The Moon And The Sky (Remix Featuring Jay-Z)**
15. By Your Side (Neptunes Remix)+
**I NEED THIS!!!**
Tits. Lol.
10 10 10 20’s on yo titties bitch! Lol
*clutches pearls*
I was staring at this for the longest.. Soo many pearls and costume jewellry #ArtBasel
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
Fucking Cinna is a fucking mastermind
a dead mastermind
A dead mastermind who’s greatest work involved him giving the Capitol the biggest “fuck you” he could.
There was no regret on his face.




