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Wishing everyone a great weekend! Hearts.

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Vertiginoso said…
"Bella = Dark Rock-ilioucissime BOMBshell whose (uber fantastical) legs (highly) would deserved to be enthroned into Sexy GLAM's (so tempting) Pantheon" ("Beads of sweat") !!!!

à Bientôt, Antoine
So cute...those clogs are awesome!
xx
http://hotpinkday.blogspot.com/
Cindy Van Dyck said…
Awesome clogs!
Violet said…
have a great weekend. love the rings and those shorts!

XX
Vi from Cali
LittleRachael said…
Lover the shirt and shorts! very cute!

Little Rach
Http://littlerachaelvintage.blogspot.com
Paper Photography said…
Bella you really are a stunning creature to look at..love this set so much. My gawd your legs are extremely long. Ever model?
Unknown said…
Thank You!
hope you have a great weekend too...btw I love your shades
C:

http://moneygonefor.blogspot.com/
electric feel said…
great outfit, love your clogs!
Wow- really love your outfit you look so stylish! Those clogs are amazing!
sweet said…
oh Bella...great legs I am jealous...I wish I had those pretty legs....like yours...

and the clogs are just the perfect foot wear for the outfit...

Kisses my bella!!!!

Sweet
PensandLens
Halle Anderson said…
Your fashion and blog are truly amazing! Come visit me at www.HalleAnderson.com
Alex said…
The smiling picture is one of my favorite pictures of you ever, baby! More of that! <3
AnnaMoon said…
Hi! I opened my shop "AnnaMoon"! Come and see! I will be glad to see you! With love from Russia)))
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pruebas said…
love this blog! i follow you, and invite mine :)

xx
Knee Braces said…
Very hot... I just came across your profile on Facebook and saw your blog.
Those clogs. Like seriously...WOW. Those are amazing!
Rosa creativa said…
I love those clogs... they are amazing
xx
Rosa

mystylishlittlesecret.blogspot.com/
Loving the outfit and especially the clogs!
xo
http://flordemariafashion.com/
budget chic said…
Wow, those clogs are the business! Love!!

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