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My first nail tutorial ever! I hope you enjoyed! I’m really not a nail genius by any stretch so I don’t have very many real tips to share. This is mainly to give you a new idea or inspiration to try something different. I won’t be speaking in this video so feel free to mute it and play your own music as you follow along. xoxo Jess Ring is by Jewelmint btw. It’s called “The New Wave Ring” (Get 50% off your first purchase w/ code JH850) t.jewelmint.com BLOG: www.jessicaharlow.com TWITTER www.twitter.com *Follow my “glamorous” life
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November 16th, 2011. I wasn’t looking for a horse, but I had looked at over 30 the past year before I got him. I fell in love when I least knew it. It’s funny how life works that way
In these six months, we have grown so much. He has grown to respect other people and horses, how to ride in the ring with other horses, how to bend and listen to my leg. He really has grown up, and I couldn’t be more proud of his progress. Unlike some people, I fell in love with my horse, and fought with all I had to get him. I had plenty of chances to buy a horse that could (and would have) moved me through the levels, but once I met Blackie, I knew that being the best didn’t matter, where my trainers could see me didn’t matter, all that mattered was that I could be with him- no matter where life took us. *the qoutes in here are things people (mostly people I though were my friends) have said to and/or about me and my fabulous Black Diamond. “Why did you rescue… that?” ~ Someone who I thought was my friend “Are you going to show him? Well, good luck…”~ Someone I showed against last summer “He’s HOW much underweight? And you think he can gain that much back?”~ Another girl at my barn “I hope you didn’t PAY for that.”~A trainer whom I was very close with, and also a few “friends” “He’s wild, you’ll never make anything out of him”~ Someone I was once best friends with “You’ll never be able to ride a race horse”~ A jealous girl at one of my prior barns “He won’t jump; he’ll crash through …
Five years ago the Ghostbusters roasted a 30 story marshmallow and in the process destroyed most of downtown Manhattan. Surprisingly, people noticed. While many applauded, the Mayor and his staff were less amused. Naturally, the Ghostbusters presented a huge bill for their services to the city. The city presented an even bigger bill to the Ghostbusters. The Ghostbusters decleared bankruptcy. The city declared bankruptcy again. The city stayed in business. The Ghostbusters didn’t. What spook and ghouls couldn’t accomplish, several persistent collection agencies did. Venkman attended the correspondence school of shock broadcasting and took his ascerbic wit to the airwaves. Belittling weirdoes and wackos, he found his ratings up and his friendships down. Stantz and Zeddemore made a modest living breakdancing for yuppie larvae and running and occult bookstore. Egon retired to acedemia, tormenting unsuspecting human guinea pigs in the name of science. The former Ghostbusters were will integrated into mainstream society. Unknown to the ex-Ghostbusters, a river of slime is growing under the streets of New York. It feeds on the bitterness, cynicism and bad tips of the citizens in the Big Apple. Coursing through the old pneumatic railway shafts and tunnels, it worms its way to the Museum of Art. In the restoration wing of the museum a new occupant has moved in. It’s a 300 year old painting of the tyrant Vigo the Carpathian. He’s not a nice person. The painting is more than just a …
Comment Please♥ ==================================================== She Felt Alive And Beautiful Again ~Jelena/Justlena One Shot~ *Part 1/3* It was a cold December night in Lemont, Illinois. Snow was falling outside the treatment center, blanketing the grounds with a beautiful, smooth layer of white fluff. There was no movement anywhere outside and that much less inside as most of the girls were fast asleep in their rooms. Doctors were making their nightly rounds to check on everyone. “Selena, are you all right?” Selena Gomez looked away from the winter wonderland outside of her room’s only window and up into the face of her care giver there at the center. She wore a pair of comfortable looking pajamas. Her short brown hair hung not styled around her heart shaped face. “I’m fine,” Selena said quietly, her voice cracking. She hadn’t spoken in a couple of hours. “Try to get to sleep soon, okay? Just call the back if you can’t and they’ll bring you some medicine.” The doctor backed out, leaving Selena once again alone in her solitude. It was December twenty-third. Well, for the next hour at least. It was nearly midnight, and in less than sixty minutes it would be Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve in rehab. What had she become? Tears stung the corners of her eyes, and because she was completely alone, she allowed them to roll down her cheeks. She didn’t even attempt to wipe them away. Bringing her knees up to her chest, Selena looked up at the dark clouds spilling the white down …