“When the band went to London, Nicks scoured the flea markets in Chelsea and on Portobello Road for Victorian lace — “the real deal,” she says. At five foot one, Nicks likes anything with volume that gives her more stage presence, like the endless shawls and scarves she spreads wide into wings. (Among the boxes packed for her spring tour, there’s a giant bin marked Stevie’s saris.) And, along with the platforms, that iconic top hat added height. “I found a top hat at a thrift store in Buffalo, New York, on our first tour, and I loved it,” she says. “Now I have several. It really became part of my look.”
Harpers Bazaar, 2011
I've been making these gorgeous teacup candles with amethyst and lavender oil!
hi, sorry, I just wanted to ask, and this is prolly going to sound super dumb, are authors chill with people commenting on their old fanfics and stuff?
just want to make sure that I'm not inadvertently being annoying
I believe I speak for most authors when I say they’ll never be annoyed by any positive comments from their readers
you may not want to clean your room, but you like the peace and call it brings you after
you may not want to study, but you like the confidence and satisfaction you get from being prepared
you may not not want to apologise, but you like the relief and connection that reconciliation brings
you may not want to cook, but you like the satisfaction of eating a healthy come cooked meal prepared with love
you may not want to exercise, but you like how you feel afterwards and how it makes you confident
you may not want to journal or write, but you like the reflection and calm it brings you
you may not want to step out of your comfort zone, but you like the new experiences and growth you gain from it
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walking up to random doors and tugging on them and saying "i can't. it's locked" out loud to no one to fulfill my dreams of being an adventure game protagonist
Monsters in the Dark #15
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Billy and Frank were beautiful when they sparred, you thought sitting back watching with excitement tightening in your gut as they danced around each other.
You secretly thought Billy was more beautiful and graceful out of the two of them.
“Cute, huh?” Maria nudged you, a smile playing on her lips.
You grinned shyly, but your eyes didn’t stray from Billy for long.
Frank was like a bear, all raw power and rage, brute strength. Like a strong wave pulling you under.
But Billy? He was like a panther. Graceful and deadly, lithe and clever, all cool aloofness of a cat toying with a mouse.
They were perfectly matched, but Frank got him in the end. Billy grinned, shoving his friend playfully on the shoulder. It was the lightest you’d ever seen him.
His eyes sparkled when they caught your gaze. He sauntered over, sweaty and proud, his hair sticking to his face.
He gulped down some water, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you to him.
Your heart fluttered, and you leaned up kissing him, teetering in your wedge shoes.
Billy hummed, squeezing your ass. “Billy Russo!” you playfully scolded him, and slapped his arm.
He smirked, but felt happy that you seemed more at ease than when he first got you.
He dropped his hand, and you looked at him sweetly, “Didn’t say you couldn’t touch me at all,” you told him petulantly.
He laughed, squeezing your hips, “Better?” He asked, amused.
You giggled, leaned against him, reaching around, and squeezing his ass.
Billy scoffed, “I’m a human being, baby. Not a piece of meat.” He teased you.
“All right, you two.” Frank called, “If you’re done grabbin’ each other, Bill and I got work to do.” He said, making Billy roll his eyes.
He saluted Frank mockingly, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and moving away.
You loved seeing Billy light hearted. It made you happy to see him happy.
36. | because we are living in a material world, and I am a material kitty. | my cat, probably. Masterlist I
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