#sterlingsilverroses

[sleepycatjewelry]

The roses necklace and bracelet were ready for a redo. I like how the roses look with garnets much more than I did with the white pearls. I also simplified the chains. Let me know what you think. #sleepycatjewelry #rosejewelry #sterlingsilverrose #sterlingsilverjewelry #rosenecklace #rosebracelet #silversmith #metalsmith #natureinspiredjewelry #jewelrydesigner #jewelryartist #redo #njartist https://www.instagram.com/p/CqDqxAKu4X_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[crashandcarry]

#SterlingSilverRoses and #Lavender #Chrysanthemum Trellis #Vintage Fabric http://ow.ly/oXA630e5o8q on #Etsy #VintageSupplies #Floral #Chintz 🌷🌹 #Designer #HighEnd fabric for #VintageDecor #pillows or #DIY #apron!

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[afuckofclouds]

Submitted by: @sterlingsilverroses

#very nice! #clouds #sky #nature #trees #dark clouds #storms #gray #gloom and doom #skyscape #photography #sterlingsilverroses #afuckofclouds #submission

[fadingbarbarianstudent-03dc8e15]

Sterling Silver Ring & Pendant Stunning Set! Pendant - $58 Ring - $68 Size 6 #sterlingsilverjewelry #uniquesterlingset #sterlingsilverrosering Just In Time Consignments is open Tuesday-Friday 10-5:30 p.m.,Saturday 10-5:00 p.m., Sunday 11-4 p.m. Consignments by appointment. Call 518-357-8791 to book yours. Address: 124 Lake Hill Rd., Burnt Hills, NY 12027 Also check out more of our inventory on our website at justintimeconsignments.com and clicking the link for Facebook or Instagram. WE ALSO SHIP! CALL US AT 518-357-8791. #justintimeconsignments #burnthills #scotia #glenville #charlton #ballstonlake #thrift #consignment #craigslist #capitalregion #consignmentglenville #consignmentalbany #consignmentsaratoga #consignmentschenectady #shopsmall #shopsmallbusiness (at Just In Time Consignments) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzOmBwlgN1e/?igshid=18el5haytxesl

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[whimsisadie]

Tagged by hootcrossing!

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Nickname: Sadie

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 5′5

Last movie I saw: er... I think I watched a documentary on the Fyre Festival last technically. I fell asleep, but... yea

Last thing googled: deer villagers acnl because I forgot Beau’s name again

Favourite musician: fuk that’s a hard one. gonna have to go with Joji

Song stuck in my head: I still have God is a Woman stuck in my head. And also American Woman for some reason

Other blogs: don’t have any lol

Do I get asks: only when people want to yell at me because I play games bad

How many followers?: says 332 but how many of u r alive though?

Amount of sleep: ummm I try to go for 6-8. sometimes that doesn’t happen

Lucky Number: do people just have these? let’s just go with 4

What I’m wearing: an old uniform shirt and some really ugly pajama pants lol

Dream job: I’ve always wanted to be a comic artist but I destroyed my hands so there goes that pipe dream lmao

Dream Trip: Scandinavia probably

Favourite food: does bubble tea count? No? well then probably sinigang. shit’s fire tbh

Play an instrument: piano, violin, a bit of guitar, drums, I sing... and I really want to play an er’hu someday. ;_;

Languages: English, French, Japanese (but I can’t read lol.) and I’m learning Mandarin rn

Random fact: my back really hurts

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: uh idk how this works but I’ll do my best?

guess I gotta tag people. hhhhhhhh idk let’s see. Do it or don’t idk ;;;;;;;;;

@coolcatgroup @m4n3ctr1c @riacrossing @inferis-nothus @sterlingsilverroses @stupidcatz @pultakhen @ladycorvidae @velvetbaguette @kennethcummings @princessflaw @mochiii-crossing @milkayart @nuggetsday @cats-scream @elynthia @froggokid @jazzeescrossing @zezzzima @abigemu @emilichii

#tag post #random junk idk #hi

[germau]

CARTIER sterling silver rose #84 available @germau_jewelry www.germau.com FREE SHIPPING #jewelry #instafashion #bracelet #earrings #brooch #pin #necklace #pendant #cufflinks #ring #watches #antiques #collectables #instadaily #instajewels #instajewelry #sterlingsilver @cartier #cartier #cartiersterling #sterlingsilverrose #rose #flowers #spring #love (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv9AqMenh77/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uhk2g8fp5ru5

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[kentwood524designs]

Such a beauty. #roses #palepink #palepinkroses #sterlingsilverrose #fragrances #fragrantrose #rose #rosesofpink #rosesroses #roselover #pinkroses #pinkrose #flowerstagram #flowerstagram #flowers #rosestagram #flowergram #flowerpower #flowerslovers

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[cry-like-a-ghost]

@musicscum tagged me to post my top ten favorite songs at the moment so here we go! 1. better things - passion pit 2. bridge and the wall - elohim 3. halcyon birds - broken back 4. take it all back 2.0 - judah and the lion 5. gronlandic edit - of montreal 6. au bord de la mer - the 1975 7. frontier psychiatrist - the avalanches 8. past lives - diiv 9. halcyon - glass towers 10. bel air (kristijan majic remix) - lana del rey

i tag: @tasteslikecorporateart @sterlingsilverroses @what-i-really-call-a-party @icfb13 @vvigorous-and-aangry

[sylviahalcyon]

HOME

I walk through familiar doors, the lighting shining a comforting glow on my pale skin, illuminating the drunken serenity. The faces come and go, pain turning into solace. And his face stands out from the others, clicking into my mind and taking the shape of a puzzle piece I didn't know was missing. He fit in my vision whether I wanted him to or not, the ocean of my past coming in tidal waves, glowing under the weak lighting. Through all the differences of the faces that come and go, his is not much different from the others, but it stands out among the sea of loneliness and the sea of familiar facial expressions and the same wave of laughter. I am pushed back into my reality, caught in the flood of drunken eyes and nostalgia. The familiar eyes I used to despise, fitting so smoothly into my vision, I am overcome with a rush of anger, resentment, comfort. In this town where no light from my past dares to shine, my name change and my eyes sifting different shades of green and brown, his face seems surreal in the bar lights, and I am caught in the middle of an overwhelming sense of nostalgic comfort, while being pushed into another wave of my long-forgotten grudge. How did he find me here? Why did the stars align on this fateful night, bringing his dying soul back into my neon, electric veins, drowning me in such desired and hated solace? His body pushes through the limp ones, through the electric ones, and he persists, pushing against the wave of the absent minded, drunken haze. And I am taken right back to the place I started, his brown eyes glowing in the neon lights, spotlights screaming his name and beer sloshed against his shoulder, his hair, his being, all drowning in monochrome. But his smile is bigger than I dreamt in my daze, and his eyes are brighter than the lights that surround us. He stops a foot away from me, and we are enveloped in a mosh of laughing, lonely, drunken bodies, but his eyes are leaning on mine with a new wave of sadness. His voice breaks my trance. But no words come out, just noises, stuttering, stuck in a fool's paradise. His arms grab me, I'm taken into a wave of memories, the texture of his leather jacket, the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. His embrace, warm and cold at the same time, the warmth of his body and the heat radiating off of his cheeks, but the cold of his eyes and the ice in his soul, they fight against each other, the warmth thawing out the ice, the cold freezing the warmth. But they've found balance in his eyes, in his mind. There's black and white, but there's never grey. But I'm fighting with myself, should I stay in his embrace or should I pull myself out of the tide that I'm slowly diving into? In a rush of nostalgia, I am pulled away against my will, my arms pushing him away from me, my eyes focus and my soul ignites. The daft, Cheshire smile placed upon his face, his teeth glowing in the lights, the metal in his nose shining, glaring from the spotlights. The excitement and the rage wavering in my soul, lighter fluid and a match, bursting into flames. A flame that never should have been lit in the first place, but I can feel it grow stronger as his eyes fill with the same rage, a wave of sadness and comfort is rushing over me like a tidal wave. He goes in again, gripping my arm tight and pulling me out of the pit that rages on the hard ground, the smell of beer and smoke filling my senses, I float in and out of reality, this is what I've fantasized, yet dreaded for so long, but I never imagined it'd happen to me on this god-forsaken night, his inked hands wrapped around my wrist again, his strength ripping me through the crowd of sweating bodies, growing stronger as the night rages. All my nightmares seem to disappear as I'm pulled against a wall where the screams and shouts and dancing seems to fade into muffled noise. He stands around me like a cage, and I am diving headfirst into his endless ocean. His words seem to break me apart into a million pieces, his tone and the gloss over his eyes bring me to another place, a place of guilt, sadness, comfort, nostalgia, happiness, freedom, everything comes back to me in tidal waves, pushing me over and holding me captive against this wall. His voice turns into muffles again as I float into another place, a fool's paradise, a place I never wanted to revisit. I pull him outside, where we're accompanied by smokers and lonely eyes glossed over with tears, including mine. He lights a cigarette and I am taken back by the details, the smoke swirling from his two lips so delicately, almost in slow motion, his eyes blink and lean on me, each breath of smoke pulls me in deeper, into the past, into his tide. And we seem to talk without stopping, the same words at the same time, different directions and different tones, we talk on for what seems like hours, and I feel nothing but homesickness and the urge to throw myself onto him and inhale his tattoo ink once again. The night drags on, full of shouting and tears and questions, but what seems like seconds later, I am being pulled closer to his car, but not against my will. My body finds itself up against his black car door, my hands graze the torn seats, the musty scent of home envelopes me and pulls me into nostalgia's sweet, sickening embrace. And I find myself in his bed, he pulls me in pulls me down. And in the moments of silence, I am sitting, wondering why I wound up in his familiar bed sheets, why we're sitting apart, his hands searching slowly for my fingertips, every crack in his ceiling I know like the back of my hand, every breath he takes I remember from routine, every silent move of his eyes, I feel it on my skin, every time he flashes his eyes, it rips through my skin, forming scar lines made out of constellations. Heaven can't help me and I am stuck in this paradise, each mouthful of smoke and each smooth swig of alcohol sliding down my throat. And the familiar tone of his voice is music to my ears, each time his eyes meet mine, my vision is cleansed, yet intoxicated with his monochrome smile. I am reminded why I am here, why I left, why I have such a resentment and grudge against these bedsheets, against the soft graze of his skin, the rough feeling of his lips on mine. And my heart is in my throat as he moves close, and as his two lips are intertwined with mine, it comes back in flashes, reminding me of things I seemed to have forgotten, all the scars from years ago seem to be fresh, glowing red on my fragile skin. Everything I had changed, everything he had changed about me to fit his monochrome image of paradise glowed like constellations on my skin, on his cold bed, on his familiar walls. The sound of his pain echos through my mind and the glance of his merciless eyes strike me like lightning. His twisted paradise is all I've ever needed, his soul intertwining with mine. The arch of his eyebrows sink into me, the glare of his dark eyes seep into my soul, indelible ink. Death crawls through his sad eyes, illuminating mine. Entangled in the sheets, his skin on mine, his lips on my head, I am pulled under once again. I am home.

INSPIRED BY @sterlingsilverroses​

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