This blog containes 80% Arashi, 10% Lolitafashion and 10% other random things I like.
----- Loves hot chocolate and the first summer rain. Hates headaches. Beginner lolita.

 

randomasdey:

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happybex:

bethyngalw:











Did you SERIOUSLY just give me feels and make me ship a BUTTERFLY and a CANDLE, Tumblr?!?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??

(That’s a moth btw)

NGGGGGGGGGGGH!! <3

randomasdey:

buttcapes:

happybex:

bethyngalw:

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Did you SERIOUSLY just give me feels and make me ship a BUTTERFLY and a CANDLE, Tumblr?!?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??

(That’s a moth btw)

NGGGGGGGGGGGH!! <3

“Pastures New” Karlina Caune by Boo George, (Dolce & Gabbana) Vogue UK  October 2012 

I LOVE/LIKE

arashianeel:

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his big round eyes, which never change for years.

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the fact that Aiba always goes to the toilet before the recording.

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it when our eyes meet during concerts.

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Nino’s faceline.

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the closing word of Ohno-san is gone more and more,I love it!

/<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

credits to rightful translators. (_ _) 


Domyoji: “Makino. Have you ever eaten a fig?”Makino: “Huh?”Domyoji: “What do figs taste like?”Makino: “Well… Aren’t they sweet and sour?”Domyoji: “You know… when you cut a fig in half, it looks like a heart. That’s why they say it’s bittersweetness… is the flavor of love.”Makino: [laughs] “What the heck?”Domyoji: “A Pakistani I knew in New York told me that.”Makino: “Are you telling me the truth?”Domyoji: “But to me, the flavor of love.. tastes like… that lousy cookie you made for me.”

Domyoji: “Makino. Have you ever eaten a fig?”
Makino: “Huh?”
Domyoji: “What do figs taste like?”
Makino: “Well… Aren’t they sweet and sour?”
Domyoji: “You know… when you cut a fig in half, it looks like a heart. That’s why they say it’s bittersweetness… is the flavor of love.”
Makino: [laughs] “What the heck?”
Domyoji: “A Pakistani I knew in New York told me that.”
Makino: “Are you telling me the truth?”
Domyoji: “But to me, the flavor of love.. tastes like… that lousy cookie you made for me.”

“You were the boy, weren’t you - the servant boy who got us out? You saved her life and mine and you restored her to me. Yet you want no reward.”

(Source: justonemiracle)