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Cellphone Diary: The morning train station


From STL to KC, May 23-25th.


(Nasty Gal asymm tank dress, Vintage belt, Forever 21 shorts, Dylan George destruction cropped jeans/Vintage Levi's, Target t-shirts, Express silk and lace jacket, BCBGirls/Miu Miu/Jessica Simpson shoes)

Comments

Alex said…
Gorgeous girlfriend, I had the most incredible time with you! It was such an amazing experience having you in KC with me! I love you so much...
Nare said…
lovely photos!! the night dresses are gorgeous!!!

many kisses
Anonymous said…
wonderful photos!
xoxo
Anonymous said…
love love love these pics, Bella!
I love the quality of these images. You look great and I love your blog x
Somebody said…
cute!
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Alex said…
Happy birthday on your blog, baby!!!
Unknown said…
Good Photo.
. said…
lovely photos!
xx
Tyler said…
Happy Birhtday, Bella! Gorgeous per usual xox
nice pictures, I love your platforms, pls check out my blog. Im your new follower
Awesome journey. Epic.

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