Mittwoch, 4. Juli 2012

Call me Aquamarine

via fashion gone rogue

Becca B. by Jaclyn Adams 

It's like laying naked on a empty beach somewhere no one knows. Smelling rosemary and salty water while arctic wind blows through wet hair and waves break swooshing. Limy white shores and rocky cliffs seem to be like a pure and clean version of summer paradise. No need for tropical landscapes or tanned skin. 

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