The name's Celia, from North Carolina. Recently turned 22. I enjoy spending time with my girls, listening to music and vintage everything. I text more than the average duck and can out style your grandmother on a rollercoaster.

Books are aiight, and so is my cat Oliver.

I'm open to new ideas, and if I follow you its because you inspire me.

Loves:

- picnics
- scarves
- music
- art
- baking/thai fussion cooking
- traveling
- antiquing
- reading
- writing
- dreaming
- hula hoops
- carousels
- vintage

11th August 2009

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(via trivialism)

(via trivialism)

11th August 2009

Photo reblogged from mona lisas and mad hatters

(via grayskymorning)

(via grayskymorning)

11th August 2009

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11th August 2009

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My daily Jo-Gord ;)

My daily Jo-Gord ;)

11th August 2009

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Just enjoying the new items at americanapparel.com. I could see myself in this cute button-up.

Just enjoying the new items at americanapparel.com. I could see myself in this cute button-up.

11th August 2009

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Diggin’ the kitsch.

Diggin’ the kitsch.

11th August 2009

Text reblogged from anchors away ⚓

I’m not going to lie, but I’m pretty excited for New Moon.

plasticteacups:

sue me.

I wholeheartedly agree.

11th August 2009

Photo reblogged from Artpixie

artpixie:

wondershh:
this is how i want to see my world everyday

This is how I see my world everyday. I’m absolutely in love with this.

artpixie:

wondershh:

this is how i want to see my world everyday

This is how I see my world everyday. I’m absolutely in love with this.

11th August 2009

Quote

The evening was long
My guesses were true
You saw me see you
That something you said
The timing was right
The pleasure was mine

The time and the place
The look on your face
Sincerest eyes

If you’re ready or not
The state of our hearts
There’s no time to take

When we started
Both brokenhearted
Not believing
It could begin and end in one evening

We were caught by the light
Held on the day
‘Till it became hours
The minutes went by
The cab is outside
There’s no time to take

When we parted
Moving on
And believing
It could begin and end in one evening

When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing
It could begin and end in one evening
When we parted
Moving on
And believing
It could begin and end in one evening

— Feist, One Evening

11th August 2009

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Cryptic tree, going in my living room.

Cryptic tree, going in my living room.

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