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Throwback. The outfit, not the picture. 😂😇

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Photography is an art of observation. It has little to do with what you see and everything to do with how you see them.

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She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.

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Full of surprises.

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Experimenting with my new camera. Also practicing my T-rex, I'm a pro.

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The protest continues. 📷: @sf-rushcruz

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She is made up of depths even the ocean couldn’t fathom.

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@sf-rushcruz "Did you really just kiss the mirror?" No. Nope. No idea how that got there.

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Fingers crossed that I don't burn to death today. 😂🌞🌞

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She said, “If you knew my secret, I wonder what you’d say I wonder if you’d leave and I wonder if you’d stay… I wonder if you’d see me in a different way It’s hard to hold this in, I think about it every day…”

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That moment when you realize that some men really do have good taste in undergarments.

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Red heads: For those of us that are brave enough to play with fire. 😘

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My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like "You're so pretty, why do you wear all that makeup?" and I'm like "Ew. Who the fuck asked you?"