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thesoftclubstoic · 16 hours

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David Beckham & Victoria Beckham (Posh Spice) 90s

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ahomeformyself · 2 days

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Entering my purple era.

Which one do you prefer? 🖤🐈‍⬛

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bu99erfly · 3 months

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PERFECT BLUE (1997) HISS (2024) cr.

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kyjen-r · 4 months

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#kylie jenner #10 #20 #30 #40 #50 #60 #70 #80 #90 #100 #1000

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jinsei-pika-pika · 4 months

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Hope Sandoval of Mazzy Star, 1990s

#Hope Sandval #Mazzy Star #1990 #90s #90 #Music #Photography #Style #Fashion

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makemesadmadfeelalright · 10 months

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#retrowave #vaporwave #vaporwave aesthetic #vaporaesthetic #webpunk #lofi #lofi aesthetic #dreamcore #vaporwave art #vhswave #vhscore #vhscollection #vhs cover #90s aesthetic #90s #90 #90s vibes #90s nostalgia #vhs

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sofiarichieinstagram · 1 year

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#sofia richie #10 #20 #30 #40 #50 #60 #70 #80 #90 #100 #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700 #800 #900 #1000

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possible-streetwear · 10 months

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gabrielamarcia · 3 months

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#anime #80s anime #Golden Horizon #anime retro #synthwave #90s anime #lofi aesthetic #vaporwave #retrowave #80's #90

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mtvarchives · 2 months

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Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott — May 10th, 1999

< rapper, singer, songwriter >

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snailspng · 1 year

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Random PNGs, part 90

(1. Withered bouquet / 2. Sculpture by Jon Rafman / 3. Preserved rat / 4. Skull by Andy Firth / 5. Insect orbs / 6. Cross perfume bottle / 7. Reliquary / 8. Cribraria macrocarpa / 9. Mary & Percy Bysshe Shelley’s hair locket)

#png #pngs #transparent #moodboard #artboard #image board #collage #sticker #stickers #polyvore #shoplook #90 #religious

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90scakeboy · 1 year

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"bathingsuits" by Steven Meisel for luomovogue June.May 1998

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ahomeformyself · 22 days

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When i was a teen at the late 90s, I met a friend group of my same town for the first time. We all were kind of freaks. They invited me to take a snack at Carla`s home. I always wanted to se the interioris of her house. Was a large building of two floors that crossed the block, with two facades, one on each parallel street, one of them with a little front garden. The outside wall was maroon, and full of plants and flowers, with strange stone decorations. The other acces, was one of the older libraries of my homwtown. The type of store where you buy books, school and craft supplies, plushies.... Everytime I walk into the store, I imagine how it woul be that home. And when my new frind group invited me, wasn't dissapointing at all.

The floors had colorfull hydraulic tile mosaics, different in every room. The distribution was strange, seems like the people who lived there were more concerned about being happy than being normal. They had a precious kitchen, with pure wood cabinets, and a giant table in the middle. All the windows had color glass and curved wood frames. My country is famous for being full of modernist arquitecture from the beggining of the 19th century, and that home was an example of that influence. in ffront of the kitchen, there was a large hall that ended in a conservatory, with the garden in the background. That room was full of rugs and instruments. Any kind of instruments. Carla's dad was a musician, like herself and her brother, and their grandma was a piano player. Next to the conservatory, it was a little room, with two puffs, a tv, and the walls were fully covered with videotapes, almost all of them were 80's scifi films. Next to that room, were the stairs for to second floor. I don't remember how the bedrooms looked like, because I only entered into the bathroom. A giant bathroom. The floor, the walls, and the roof was covered in craked color tiles, making filigrees and figures. The sink and the bathub were cosntructed. and covered with the same motifs with craked tiles. The craked tile style is typical from here, and every town has a home like that, normally made by the same owners of the house. The bathroom also had big plants. It was like a movie set.

Visiting that home, made me decide I was going to live like them. At my own, with my own rules, with my own desires, with my own ideas. I was 14yo, and before walking into that house, my thughts about adulthood never suggered any type of love for nothing. I saw ''the growing thing'' as a dead of the soul and a productivity obsession. That home teached me I was worng. That home teached me you need to surround yourself with the correct souls.

That day I learned a little bit of how real magic works.