That moment when you search tumblr to see if you can find somewhere legit to buy henna from, because you really want to learn how to do it, and everything in the tag says that white people wearing/doing henna is cultural appropriation.
I had always been taught that doing henna was okay regardless of race/culture, so long as you didn’t do dumb shit and you respect the meaning behind it.
Hi! Oh, I didn’t think people actually read my tags, lol.. But, of course you can ask me :)
Ok. So, this is a “fan hat” right?
Very chic, huh ;) So those are used to protect your eyes from the sun, and to create an airflow to cool your skin. Usually this is something you buy or make yourself. But, there’s a certain someone who really doesn’t need to wear a fan hat at all..
He was blessed with eyelashes long like strands of licorice..
..like black lace..
…like candle wicks.
Eyelashes that closes slowly like theatre curtains.
Those are his fan hats. You see?
But I can’t take any credit for the the expression! I read it in this wonderful fic written by the lovely Kris, (go read it if you haven´t already!) and I think it just describes his eyelashes so wonderfully.
Thank you all for making my dash so beautiful and fun last year. I love all of you and your amazing blogs. I hope your 2016 is the best year yet and that you achieve all your hopes and dreams this year. I wish you all love, health and happiness in the year ahead. ❤️
Bela walked fast and her heart was beating faster than usual when she glanced around. Things had gotten an unexpected turn when the cops showed up but so far she was safe. They probably weren’t after her and her client but she had to make sure that her client wasn’t going to betray her. She looked forward, noticing a man disappearing around the corner, so she changed her speed a bit faster.
It didn’t took long her to catch him and in a quick motion she hd pushed him against the wall, gently pressing her gun against his stomach. “Now you listen me,” the thief hissed, finally looking up to his face. But what she saw, made her stumble few steps backwards with a surprised and scared look on her face. “A-Aiden?” she stuttered, lowering her gun and keeping her eyes on him.