Kayture

I know that I'm too old to be afriend to you, and I know that I'm old fashioned man, and I became piece of the antique.
And I know that I insisted on you, and you tried to avoid me, and I disturbed your solitary, and became a heavy guest in your room.
But will just let me take a look at you when you pass by, for I'm hanged on your blushful face ..

One day I knew that you have a blog, I took a look at your posts, then I stopped to read some of your pages and what you share with others as an introduction to the set of images which follows. I read one, two, three.... then reread them again, HERE; I met the real kristina, a person who puts a spirit to the paint; someone who is alive, not just a bunch of images which reflects HER BUAUTY, or the general idea which you want to present through them.

In kayture, your fascinating style of writing captivated me. Through my reading, I felt that there is a highly cultured young woman sitting next to me speaking in confidence and in honesty and while her voice plays as the music in my ears, I look at her hairdo and her perfume takes my imagination far faraway; numbness SPREADS through my body and -the red alarm rings- OUT to write a new chapter of my life'.x.(0)....

I want to go

Where I can sleep

I want to breathe your sweat

Let me doze off In your armpit

And to slumber In your groin

Is it possible

To restore some peace ??

Say to the angel In The Red Robe
What did you do WITH A worshiper
He was about to fennel his clothes to pray
After he broke his fasting
Until you stood by the door of the church
And you deprived him of his religion
And of his certainty
Leaving him in a state of confusion
Get him Back Again to do his prayers
Do not kill him for sake of JESUS and Muhammad

I carried her between my arms
To the bedroom
Sit next to me till I sleep
I sat next to her waiting her to sleep
She said, you are too far
Sit on the pillow
Sit now
I looked at her
I understood the message
I moved on the pillow forwards and backwards
I raised up to do the job
I turned her
I placed the tip between ()and up
I sucked like a starving baby
She put her hand behind my neck
She sank in a comma and I pulled myself
She grabbed me back with the palms
I pressed the tip on her (*)
And massaged around with the tongue
I raised for the job
I sank a little and pulled alittle
His pulse increased and his head grew uP
I put'm In again to where he belongS
I cut my breath and looked at the her
As does the bowler before .. shooting .... the balls

Don't worry, most beautiful, you're always In my words and In my verses; you may grow older as you go, but never, On My Pages ..

the talke which I started with you two days ago I'll continue..
so after observing many models and see what they post and read what they write on top of each photo, I noticed or to be more accurate that the words or hints which you write and the accent or 'lisp' that you have-spreads a magical shudder in my body, and moves UP the 'hell'of me, ( the temptation that you have in your body, and the cuteness of your face, I'll talk about in our next meeting ).
till then I didn't know that you're a blogger, I was just looking to what comes my way on facebook specifically. but once I visited your official page then I noticed www.kayture.com on the the right column. I hit you 'sorry I mean I clicked on 'kayture-don't lough-' and SHE took me by hand home.
to be continued...

She is calm
And I am too

She, wears a transparent mermaid dress
And I stare, at her body

She does see me, as I eye her discreetly
She is the seen, and the one who sees

Then I look towards her eyes, and I do see me
Is she the mirror wherein I see myself

I lift my right leg
She lifts her left leg

I desperately try to stop my reverie
Giving myself permission to come closer

To embrace a treat;
A-touch of passion

She leaves the runway in a hurry,
I think: Maybe she is a dreamer

Or maybe she is only a woman passing through
And though I am the dreamer

Between u and I

many ... years of age

between Mr LipsandmrslipS

when they meet () and stay +

the years collapse_

the glass of a whole life shatters ----

Who are you for God's sake
a woman, entering my life like a dagger
mild, as the eyes of a rabbit
soft, as the skin of a plum
pure, as strings of jasmine
innocent, as children's bibs

Why are you standing still in the balcony
Why are you confused, my dear
Why are you scared?
You look upon your beloved who lives in the castle
And think of the one who dwells in the sea

You look at him lying on the bed asking to mount
You lift the tips of the skirt and jump and roll
And turn left and right and in all directions
You hold the chair firmly
You rock your body hard up and down
To hide the bird in the nest of his mother
Till it sings and releases joyful twitterings

But your eyes are still filled with nostalgia
To whom you are holding with your teeth, hands and feet
And imagine yourself naked over him to the right.x.o

All the qualifications that are requireed in a woman, they're all gathered in you. Last year I was passing by your page, I take a quick look and leave, never thought I'll follow you one day; I picked few sexy girls to track their posts and amuse myself as a man to, and you were one of them. By time they got familiar to me, and through their images and their comments which they write on their posts I got to know each one of them and what they represent in their minds through their body language. I'm sorry to say while I respect them all; some of them they went too far in their try to attract men (may be they got lost away from their career as a model or the managers were using to make more money) I don't know I have no experience in that; what I wanted to say is that some of them were exposing parts of their bodies total nude ( of course I am not talking a bout those pretty professionl models when they make personal shoot for brands which we see on ftv, as when they show bare side of their tits or both tits in a transparent lingerie) that's something ideal and inspiring. I am talking about models opened personal pages especially on facebook acting like cheap women and what they write on their posts is so disguisting (such as 'who is available tonight' or'my hair is short I don't know how to grow it tall..etc), others made a plastic surgeries to their breasts which is a failiar in itself and they looked like representing a cow boobs, they've destroyed the most femimine part of their bodies, maybe they do not know. Ok, so one day after the other I was omitting those girls one by one,(to respect each other we should never ever mention names of people whom we care or cared about).
I'll continue the talk later .. familly is calling for lunch.
Before I leave come closer to kiss you; no not your ugly face, open up I wanna kiss that; what the hell are you doing'openning your legs' you'r just as bad as me.
I give you a huge hug and a kiss on your head, hey,hey don't laugh at me I can see you.....x.o
don't go out for me .. follow your routine

BEyourworstself, and you're always the worst..(*) a hint by the tip.. a tip (O)by the lip.. shhh don't tell the other students your teacher massaged your buuut and gave U ahug.. don't .. trust any .. one kiss from the right cheek another from the left .. good girl....close the door.

uP

She was reclining on the balcony,
Like a mummy
She released her hands and her head as though surrendered to her fate
Sleeping or dreaming or tired of time!
Long stood meditating her
Beautiful like Shahriar Nights
Her knees reminded me of The Queen Bilqis when she revealed her legs to The Prophet Suleiman
And her breast says, Here Moses suckled the breast of his mother
The road of Moses lit up on a dark night with his imigrant wife
I love her as did Zelekha to Joseph

Up to the right two sparkling birds in the sky in the shape of two hearts
She drew a letter in a shape of number on her left wrist
Very delicate like her soft skin
Its symbols such as Sanskrit make it difficult for the ignorant to decipher those symbols
A mysterious woman secrets are many
I will read her entire history
And enter her body from all the doors
And will overlap with her soul
To educate myself and learn
That the woman body abridged all human civilization
And man is a small pupil in the sea of that civilization.

Primary reading ;
I need, baby I need your love right now
And I want, baby I want to show you how
Come on, you know that we've waited long enough
And now it's time
Time to be lovers.

I tried, tried to be only one with you
And it's hard but baby it's worth it all for you
And it hurts, makin' me wait for you this way,
I can't go on.
So come on and...

Take me now, take my love
Make come true the feelings I've been dreamin' of
Take me now, take me fast
You can trust in me,
Our love will ever last.

I know we haven't known each other long
But still something so right just can't be wrong
Besides, it ought to be up to
Me and you.

When it's time, time for each other.
I live, live for the day we're made as one
Look back, back over all the things we've done
But now, baby I need your love right now,
I can't go on.
So c'mon and...

While calling IN, your mouth is definitly your star player, Use your hands as reinforcement to boost stimulation On and to increses your stamina since you're spillng up the job. Focus Your Mouth On The Head while LIGHTLY gripping the shaft with your hands, letting them follow as bob up and down, massaging with your tounge. the pump- and-swirl combo will send 'm into sensory overload, and an OOOOOOh In your mouth.

- Silly I pointed to my tits couldn't you bother yourself to figure it out

- Sorry

- SUCKS

- Sting me more baby, sting me more, maybe as your stings slay me I'm truly revived

They're such beautiful shirts, she sobbed, her voice muffled in the think folds. It makes me sad because I've never seen such – such beautiful shirts before.
Her Voice made me drunk, (deep) and sun-'warmed', A hint of a foreign accent, Syphonic singsong a generation removed.

There's something that's been growing inside of me
Uh uh, baby baby, uh uh baby baby
I haven't been myself since we met last week
Uh uh, baby baby, uh uh baby baby

When I'm alone at night
I sit and fantasize
And in my fantasies I love you long
Doing my nine to five
I'm thinking six and nine
I gotta make you mine
Can you feel
My...
Dirty desire?

I know you thought about it
But it's all in your head
And you can't wait to see me
To see me in the flesh
I see you really need to
Get this thing off your chest
But all you know, I gotta get you back in my nest

I try to let it go
But that made me want you more
'Cause in reality I know you're not mine
I don't want just a fight, I want the full size
Tell her I'll pay the fine

Now what you doing, man
You're not my boyfriend
Long as we know babe, I'm not your girlfriend

Now what you doing, man
I'm not your girlfriend
Long as we know babe, I'm not your
boyfriend
***
lay back let me take off your clothes
piece after piece
open up put your thighs upon my shoulders
putting my hands on your brests
sucking your pussy is my best hobby
hearing your sighs is my best music
do not massage my dick with your
baby don't it might flush with one finger
top on you I control the world
miss universe is under me
rocking her hard like never rocked
push .. push .. push .. Ah.... why too late

Don't be saddened by my absentmindedness and silence
And don't suppose my affection has changed
If you had not been sitting in front of me
Like a queen of perfume and alabaster for a long time
And I closed my eyes amidst your fragrances
And I ignored the complaints of the perfumed shirt
Don't describe me as having dead feelings
And don't suppose that my heart has turned to stone
I love you beyond 'Love' but just
Let me see you as I imagine ..

baby magnitic
don't go inside
take off your pants right here
do not take off the panties
I take them..
lay back
thirsty, hold the top a little
oooh, beautiful sight
going down
open up let me kill the thirst
small ..tip of the toung goes around
then up.. up and down
(faster)
just do not yell
right and left
up and down
up and down
(oh.. oh)
baby your voice pls

On Top
put you head on my arm
you legs around my back
get it in, get in it ..tight
1.. 2.. 3.. ...
hold a little bit
now my arm goes around your neck
the other one "squeezing the milk"
you(*) and me(&)
in again
pull me down
pull me down
1.. 2.. 3.. (Aaaah,aaah, ah)

quick kiss from your lips
another one on your front(baby you great)..
baby you great
do not shy away I am your friend
(bye 'A')
bye...

Call whom ever you trut from your friends, but pls don't call me again,'cause I don't trust you. I talked to you many many times before, but you stuck with your own plans which do not work with me, sorry,I get hurt when I tell you something and you tell it to all those idiots half sleeping around you.. If I wouldn't care I wouldn't come again although I'm upset, but it's rude when a young lady calls a man and he plays hard to get_lay down (loong loong loong fishy kiss before I leave you in peace).

Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone;
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone

The woman who reads, can not easily love, she is only looking for her spiritual counterpart that looks like her small details.

*it huuurts but don't yell()

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for telling the trees.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

How many posts for him on instagram, and how long you been lying next to the pool on kayture, do you think he didn't notice!
Aren't you tired of folloing him?
He won't heal you till you heal him
Hide his posts, he's checking
They were for you not for those around, ScorpiO
Go in bikini show me your ass.

“_AMO_ UR_ HOT_ EL_”

- Lolita .. Why .. women .. pee .. after .. sex?

- Sure to answer some of your top queries..

- On .. "OUT"

- Too big

- Scorpio .. in .. the .. dark

- I do not trust you

- Neither .. do .. I

- Fuck you

- Fuck .. you .. too

In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you ... found You, and then
my soul saw you and it kind of went, oh, there you are, I've been looking for you.

Soetimes we search to open up and release the deep or darker side of ourselves to someone. And I read part of your blog, and noticed your photos. Your photos and your style particulary in writing affected in me to extend. I thought I found a real artist to whom I could share what goes in side me about her posts and ideas in a moment of divine. And I thought I found a smart person who verifies between a letter and a comment. I think I've mentioned that earlier to you, and last year when I posting to you with my real name 'Ahmed. But looks like I was so wrong, and it's not your fault of course.
I sent to you selected poems or some I worked on which truly refects my feelings or secret 'desires' down the self.
The thing that I got in return is that you threw me naked in front of everyone, which means to me, that you are so self centered and the idiot who will trust you.

And all that you mentioned about self discovery or working outside the box, is just an illusion or a trap to get more fools like me; while your main concern is how many doormatt followers you make, and how many likes or shares or false comments you collect from some of your followers while the rest of them are sleeping in the back seat.

Not @friend anymore.

When I love you
A new language springs up
New cities, new countries discovered
The hours breathe like puppies
Wheat grows between the pages of books
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying indian herbs
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat

When I love you your breasts shake off their shame,
Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm

When I love you the arab cities leap up and demonstrate
Against the ages of repression
And the ages of revenge against the laws of the tribe
And I, when I love you
March against ugliness
Against the kings of salt
Against the institutionalization of the desert
And I shall continue to love you
Until the world flood arrives..

- instagram inspiration -

There is who loves you quietly, and respects you gently,
And desires you privately, and walks away
When he sees you busy with someone other than him,
And his ego restrains him from getting near you,
And contents himself with the love for the sake of love
But I returned to you
Riding on the backs of the clouds
Haven't slept for centuries
Deliver me from these problematics
And reconcile me with myself
You with your fathomless eyes
Your body is extreme, mystical, holy
For centuries, no miracle
Has touched the earth
Take off your clothes
I want to write different words for you
To invent a language for you alone
To fit the size of your body
For I am mute, but your body knows
Every tongue
Take off your clothes
I meditate your body
What'll I say!
Beautiful you are, so much
Be less beautiful
So I can grasp my breath
Like birth and death,
Your body is unrepeatable

Few men would be brave enough to say :
"The vagina is a very special place"

There is no shame in getting help:

Many of friends,

many relationships,

many connections I can make

and at my hand,

- when I want -

thousands of options

but what puzzles me!

why you, yourself

in Particular,

I love ........ ?

- Instigram inspiration -

After fifty years of age
I retired from love
when I felt that I got tired
when I discovered that I got defeated
and when my arrogance broke

So I booked a place for my sadness
in all the airports
and I canceled all my bookings after a while
as I did not know where to go
or which country I am heading

And after 34 years which seperate us
I became sure that all whom I met
before you were mirage
smoke
and illusion

After 34 years
I realizeded that
love doesn't stand on the red light
and I acknowledged that
you are a light on the path
and a land of peace

- Full regards to you princess -

Day-stopped dialogue between your bathing breast on instagram
And between the warring tribes on the water
Announced the rain clouds strike
And the sky declined permit for birds to mate
And it became like, the moon as a form of lantern

The day they expelled me from the tribe
Because I left a poem at the entrance of your bosom
And left a rose

*********

Do not ask why I am with you
I want to run away from the republic of thirst
I want to get out of my bed
I sit under the trees
And washed with spring water
And to learn from Kristina

Decadence is not the ignorance of the basicss of grammar
But ignorance of the principles of femininity

I hold you above the city of California
A sword of jasmine
Candlestick of gold
And declare victory

I raise you in the face of Badawians,
A kingdom of marble
And assassinate all the kings of the sects
And you'r my princess

I throw my passport in the sea
And your name is my nationality
I throw all my dictionaries into the fire
And I call you, my language

I accompany the children on a school trip
Around your blosoms
They hunt water ducks
Play ice rollers
They see - on nature - Spherical of the Earth

I will leave you in the face of the evil
Holy book, a white Pigeon
And for the birds,
A promise of trees, and a water fountain ..

And between one love and another
And between one left, and another who'll come
I'm looking for you here .. and there
As if the only time is your time
And all the dates pouring in your eyes

How can I explain this feeling that spreads
How you flap in my mind,like a dove
When I am in the presence of another woman
I travel behind you, enter all the airports
Ask all the hotels
about you, you might come across

And between two promises .. and two women
And between a train comes and another goes
There are five minutes
I invite you to a cup of tea before travel
I assure you a bit, and I complain to you a bit

What do you call this dispersion
How does infidelity become a solution
And how can hypocrisy be beautiful

And between words of love in all languages
There is a talk just for you
And your hair will connect the student with your instincts
And between tea time and writing time, there is a time
Where the sea shall be full of waves
And between a point of ink
And another ink point
There is time

When that hair surprises me without waiting
And the minutes become pregnant with a thousand bursts
Where letters become suicide
They fly like a butterfly between the notebook and fingers
Be the soul closest ever to the sky
And we sleep together, between the intervals
And sex become, a quick beat on the typewriter

And between autumn and winter
There is a chapter called separation of crying
In moments of suicide of hope, and death of hope
In moments of contradictions
When the talk become, and love against me
And at moment when all women are alike
All letters are similar to the typewriter
And become even the breasts
Who have sponsored me to the throne against me
And in moments when I am sitting on the roads of grief alone
I think about you, so my life becomes a rose garden
In a few moments

How can I fight fifty years on two fronts
How can I scatter my skin on two continents
How do I flirt with others, how do I prostrate others
How do I change someone else's bra
How ?!
When you are traveling in the veins of the hands

And between the beauties of each race and color
And hundreds of faces that convince me
And between a wound I am looking for,
And a wound searches for me
Thinking about your age
The age of candles, and incense,
What do you call this puzzle

And how this audience explained the absence,
This absence attendance
And how can I be here .. and be there
And how they want me to see them
And there is no female on the earth except you

And I love you when I'm with another
And my tongue always stutter
And I cheer on your name when I call her
Study the similarities between the lines of your palm
And between the lines of her hands

I feel I'm betraying the truth
When I wrap the shawl around her neck
When I compare my nostalgia to you with that to her
How I claim that I'm with her while I'm, with you ..

'One thing you might know about me is that I like a good, open, challenging conversation. The bigger, the deeper the subject is, the better.' - Kristen Bazan

Love your blog, i saw your blog and was inspired to create my own... Even just after my first two posts i realised wow this is hard! I wonder how you do all this?!?! Truly Amazing.

AWESOME LOOKS.

GREAT LOOKS.

Hi Kayture!
We recently launched a website Wayuu Bags and your website was a very helpful in the photos and products we wanted to sell. Have you ever heard of the Wayuu People? They were our driving force to get this company started. A portion of the proceeds of each Wayuu Made purchase will go directly to Aguayuda, a non-profit organization in Colombia, whose mission is to improve life and health in poor rural communities through clean water, sanitation and education, of which include the Wayuu people.
Thank you for being such a great inspiration for us. Keep up the great work!

This really very helpful for me,I bookmark this website for the future purpose!

J'aime particulièrement le look noir et blanc :) Sinon, je trouve que les livres devraient être plus légers, parce que c'est vraiment pas pratique pour voyager avec ;)

Looks great.Love to see more update

You look great. I would like to see you in some evening dresses as well. https://www.dakkasinda.com/en/women/evening-dresses

you are extremly hot, sexy and erotic. i going down on my knis in front of you. one of the hotest women on earth!

The white bag is really beautiful! And I'm like sad when you and Fiona are not together!
A big hug Kristina!!

I am glad I have some free time at last so I can comment here :) You know what? When you decide to be classy, there's no one out there that can beat you at it. Admit it: you are the classiest woman alive - even when you don't really mean to be that ! Trés élégante!

Pretty nice stuff, I think I'll come up with something called "Girls Corner" or something similar and will definitely mention Monnier Frère. Their bags are well designed and unique.
____________
Stefan Buzas
http://stefanbuzas.com

I love you so much,
and I admire you so much,
and I know that you are the best of women.

j'aime bien le top blanc, simple, ajusté, élégant.

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Amazing! Love it :)

DQMQ
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Hope you´re having a great time at your home :)
xx,
Jacky

My photography-blog: www.vifer-photography.blogspot.com

Edgy, dark but classy, LOVE it!
Nice bags :)
xo,
Róża
http://perkadesign.com/
https://slowlytrulyfully.wordpress.com/

Both of the looks are lovely, I especially love the one with the detailed skirt! So incredible. xxx check out my blog, I design and study art.

So envious that you got to see so much of paris and enjoy croissants every morning! An absolute dream of mine- You look so classy in all of these photos! X

So happy to hear your music is going well! So in love with your hair x

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I'm loving your photo's and especially that first outfit. So good. That bag is amazingggg. xx, Erin - www.stylebythepeople.com

Wonderful outfits and images! You look amazing! Love your skirts and bags!
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First off : Don't go back to blonde ... ever !! This hair color is so freaking awesome and suits you perfectly. Second : killer boots :) and last, well these bags are obviously really great. Prefer the white one though :)

x GITTA // www.gittawitzel.com

You look amazing with this outfit! Kisses

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super cool outfits! love the shorts :)

x Lilli
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Gorgeous look !

Perfect babe!

Xx
www.Lauralexo.com

Nice to hear you had great time traveling in Europe! I love that outfit, especially the coat and oh those black boots :D

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Amazing photos, I love those leather shorts and the lace-up skirt!
And thanks for sharing the matcha cafe in Paris, I have never been able to find matcha when I'm there xx

Amazing pictures Kristina! You make a stunning brunette.
Cheers,
T.
https://tbymallano.wordpress.com/

The skirt is fabulous!
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— WOMEN sit, or move to and fro, some old, some young
The young are beautiful, but the old are more beautiful

— Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me
Why should you not speak to me
And why should I not speak to you

— My destiny threw me on you as if you're the last female

— The sum of all known value and respect
I add up in you, whoever you are
Not music or rhyme I want
Only the lull I like
The hum of your valved voice

— Stand up for
Your very flesh shall be a great poem

— Unscrew the locks from the doors
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs
Touch me, touch my body, be not afraid of my body
Pass the palm of your hand to my body
My body is the city
So enter from any door you please
And do what you please
And let me sleep

— Sara deceitful and pure
She says she's twenty three years old yet
And that she never came close to anyone other than me
And I believed everything Sara said

Sara has two diabolical breasts
Their concerns are to break the commandments
And her golden breast enters the flesh of the mirror
And becomes prettier when she commits sin

And I see, fixate things
And clearly and mysterious so my hands fail me
Sara is wet and ripe like mountain apples
And at the cross of gulfs my blood flowed
Sara is ready like a royal peacock
And a pomegranate flower
Many possibilities open
My minerals explode
And the unknown calls for me
What had taken over me
Sara repeats she never touched anyone but me
So when will I make my move ..

Love your new brunette color! Welcome back to LA, I'm glad that you're happy to be at home here!

Characters & Carry-ons

Cool outfit, it's very stylish.
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Loving your trench so much and the way you paired it with those boots <3 :) Such a chic outfit that's perfect for long walks on the Parisian streets! And happy that you're finally back in LA! I know what you mean about traveling - it can be fun, but it definitely does take a toll on you if you never get to rest properly! Hope you're relaxing lots now that you're back at home!

XO, Elizabeth
http://clothestoyouuu.com/

By now, I think we all got used to your dark hair! :) You look fantastic here!

this looks amazing kristina and i hope to hear more of your music career.
xx

Gorgeous looks to go with Paris! Loveeee

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I would give away my right arm to switch life with you for a day! ☀️☀️❤️

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That mini skirt is to die for!

It's such a great feeling seeing those palm trees out the window-- I know exactly what you mean. Feel it every time I come back from a trip.

Brenda xx
www.tastemak-er.com

Looking good!

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You look gorgeous! I can't wait to hear your music!

xx, Diane || http://www.dizined.com

That Jerome Dreyfus back is absolutely gorgeous. I'm a sucker for anything camel right now.

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These so gorgeous and fashionable looks!
Jill
Jill D Blog

Such gorgeous bags!

Love,

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Loving the long boots look during the summer!

xx

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Bonjour Kristina,
je me présente en quelque mots : je suis Judith, jeune fille française aux grandes ambitions et à mes heures perdues une passionnée d'art, de couture et de mode...
J'aurais aimé savoir d'ou proviennent vos magnifiques bottes et splendide jupe ?

Dans l'attente de votre réponse,

Judith.

Awww, dear Fiona will be back! Hold on, Kristina!
Anyway, I love your bag here. I can't wait for your musical outputs!

- Seyra x
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Amazing outfits! Love the combo of the dark colors in the second look!
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I am in love with the first look. amazing.

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Gorgeous look! I love the hair!

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WOW!!! So chic!!! <3

I looove these boots so much

Love,
Vanessa from www.TheTrendique.com

Those outfits are really pretty, I love the dress !
xxx

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It is so nice when we're having a good friend that we were connected each other yet u two separated by another country yet continent.
Good luck to all of u KayTeam ^^

Love the boots!

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Love your skirt in the first photo!
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Love your outfits! Greetings from Switzerland.
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Great bags!!!

Don't miss my monthly outfits recap...concentrated inspiration!! ;)
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You are lucky to be able to call LA your home :)
You look wonderful as well!

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You look so Parisian! I love the detailing on that skirt! And the suede jacket is fabulous!
xx
Camille
http://nomoreboringclothes.blogspot.com/

Love it!
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Great look
Xoxo
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Damn, Kristina, how can you be so beautiful! <3 And yes, there really is no place like home!

xx
ALINA ERMILOVA | BLOG

wow these bags are adorable!
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These are such fabulous and daring looks. love the hair!
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Your outfits are amazing as always Kristina! So happy that you are posting a lot on the blog lately! All the best with your music ;) xoxo

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Such a stunner and super stylish woman you are!! I'm loving your boots and bag!
Also, yes, I do agree that there's no such great feeling as coming back home and laying down in your own bed. :)

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Amazing:P

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I wish I looked so good in bangs as you do!
Major jealousy