Babett Asztalos

Babett Asztalos

Babett Asztalos
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geometric pattern www.lab333.com www.facebook.com/pages/LAB-STYLE/585086788169863 http://www.lab333style.com https://instagram.com/lab_333 http://lablikes.tumblr.com www.pinterest.com/labstyle

Commode années 50 relookée - Les Vieilles Choses

Commode années 50 relookée - Les Vieilles Choses

The Elizabeth sofa and chair, Ib Kofod Larsen

The Elizabeth sofa and chair, Ib Kofod Larsen

|| Desert Lily Vintage || biba-vintage.jpg (351×500)... quite literally, the feline's sleeping attire...

|| Desert Lily Vintage || biba-vintage.jpg (351×500)... quite literally, the feline's sleeping attire...

Kamikaze

Kamikaze

Hey there! I'm Kirsty✿!This is my fashion/girly/cute things blog, thanks for visiting and please ask me anything and follow for cute posts ♡ business enquiries contact - kirstyshaw001@gmail.com

Hey there! I'm Kirsty✿!This is my fashion/girly/cute things blog, thanks for visiting and please ask me anything and follow for cute posts ♡ business enquiries contact - kirstyshaw001@gmail.com

Twiggy beauty, Twiggy hair, Twiggy makeup, Twiggy style, 1960s, 1960s culture, 1960s life, Mod, groovy, Swinging Sixties, Model, Muse, Icon, vintage fashion

Twiggy beauty, Twiggy hair, Twiggy makeup, Twiggy style, 1960s, 1960s culture, 1960s life, Mod, groovy, Swinging Sixties, Model, Muse, Icon, vintage fashion

When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness. —Mevlânâ Jalaleddin Rûmî

When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness. —Mevlânâ Jalaleddin Rûmî

Patines roller!!!!

Patines roller!!!!