Nobody can know about this, alright? Especially Kent. You know why? Because he’s going to use this against me […] because he’s a man.

best line on a tv show say, ever

(Source: seinfelds)

my whole life I have always tried to emulate marilyn’s perfectly arched eyebrows

ellemuliarchyk: Exclusive Rika Magazine cover for my latest collaboration with the writer Anne B Kelly, who wrote The Mermaid for the shoot with the muse Georgia Hilmer. Styling Sara Dunn, hair Eric Jamieson, Makeup Munemi Imai THE MERMAID, Part 1   Right before dusk, the sand had already begun to cool under our bare feet and the sky was fading to a flat lavender when we saw her. Seagulls looped and squalled overhead. It was one of those days where the moon had refused to leave and sat low on the horizon in spite. Our pockets hung damp and heavy from collecting miniature colored shells for our grandmother, who poured them into empty olive and jam jars where they sat on weathered window sills until they were as powdery and fragile as her skin. Bring the beach back to me my little scavenger crows, she said while petting our dark braids. And that the best time to find a real gem was after a hurricane. So intent were we on sifting our precious loot from the sand pebbles that at first we mistook her for a small beached shark, the recent rough rain swirling it astray and leaving it stranded in a silvery crescent in our path. 

ellemuliarchyk:

Exclusive Rika Magazine cover for my latest collaboration with the writer Anne B Kelly, who wrote The Mermaid for the shoot with the muse Georgia Hilmer. Styling Sara Dunn, hair Eric Jamieson, Makeup Munemi Imai

THE MERMAID, Part 1

  Right before dusk, the sand had already begun to cool under our bare feet and the sky was fading to a flat lavender when we saw her. Seagulls looped and squalled overhead. It was one of those days where the moon had refused to leave and sat low on the horizon in spite. Our pockets hung damp and heavy from collecting miniature colored shells for our grandmother, who poured them into empty olive and jam jars where they sat on weathered window sills until they were as powdery and fragile as her skin. Bring the beach back to me my little scavenger crows, she said while petting our dark braids. And that the best time to find a real gem was after a hurricane. So intent were we on sifting our precious loot from the sand pebbles that at first we mistook her for a small beached shark, the recent rough rain swirling it astray and leaving it stranded in a silvery crescent in our path. 

If you wet your comb, it might tame that cowlick.

If you wet your comb, it might tame that cowlick.

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