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Heading out and so excited about finally getting to see Black Swan!

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Anonymous said…
This is one fo the most stunning pictures I've yet to see of you. Truly beautiful girl. I love your blog, bw!

xoxo
Unknown said…
It's an amazing movie! Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman both deserve oscars! Enjoy :)

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Unknown said…
Have fun and enjoy it!!!

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Rich Hippie said…
you are going to love that movie ive seen it 4 times
HARLEY WOOD said…
I am so excited too...luckily for me it is being screened at the quaintest little retro cinema you have ever seen on the day of my last exam. Hurrah!

Peace and love,

HARLEY WOOD X
Alex said…
Jealous of Rich Hippie for having seen it four times, and baby you look beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful!
jeanine romo said…
So jealous!! I need to go see it.
Lovely photo, btw :D

xx,
Jeanine
Shope and Shore said…
Beautiful photo! I love your blog <3

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xoxo
beautiful photo.

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Marissa said…
I can't waaaaait to see that movie and wow, you look amazing!

kisses
classiq said…
can't wait to see it! I've heard so many good things about it, a good film nowadays is more and more rare.
Anonymous said…
FLAWLESS!

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