My name is Cienna.
Filipina / Seattle
D28 vp


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fitness-food-and-fandom:

So delicate Flowergirls by Lim Zhi Wei / Love Limzy, Malaysian artist.

these are amazing

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appetites:

neonflora:

par-adiso:

Looks like someone had fun last night

perfeeeect

wow

appetites:

neonflora:

par-adiso:

Looks like someone had fun last night

perfeeeect

wow

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filipinos

filipinos

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americanapparel:

An ad from June, 2014 featuring the High-Cut One-Piece.

americanapparel:

An ad from June, 2014 featuring the High-Cut One-Piece.

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nevershoutshelly:

s-assypants:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

this.

this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

nevershoutshelly:

s-assypants:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

this.

this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

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petah-l:



Fittings at Calvin Klein’s Studio, 2000.



indie//boho

petah-l:

Fittings at Calvin Klein’s Studio, 2000.

indie//boho

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pansophtravels:

collaroy beach, 4:51pm

pansophtravels:

collaroy beach, 4:51pm

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Anonymous said: virgin?

AT&T, actually

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