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That eighties band

gold vintage pendant The Smiths are making “Panic ♬ ♪” in the streets of London, Bros are wondering “When will I be famous? ♬ ♪” and I’m rocking the late 80’s with my purple flight jacket and my high-waisted jeans. So guys, are you into this 80’s flashback? Then, share with me your favorite 80’s song and let’s have a blast!

I call you honey

My honey-pink trousers show that I’m still flirting with summer, but my new denim jacket tries to be my future bestie so hard and reminds me that fall is on the way and nothing can change that. Who cares? One-two-three… I go free singing… Because it’s fresh and new Because it’s oh so true I call you honey One wish to be fulfilled I will go on until You call me honey too On Monday the break through On Tuesday I made you my own First it was easy now… We got to decide You and I Cause we’re one heart Cut in two parts I call you honey Honey ♬ ♪ I call you honey / Sunday Sun 

Lost in the right direction

Life is funny, isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited and feel like you know what direction you’re heading to… The signs change! The wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south and you are… lost. But it’s true what they say… not till we are lost, we begin to find ourselves. ♬ ♪ too lost in you / Sugababes

Love you like summer!

Flamingo pink, tropical black & white, exotic suntan! Not just a vibrant combination that highlights my tanned skin, but more of a serious summer-needs-to-slow-down statement to keep my breezy mood alive and help me forget that my vacation is almost over. Koufonisia, Antiparos, Paros… I just want to keep on hopping from one Greek island to another and literally live on a beach with salty hair and sandy feet. Life would be so much easier and still so adventurous like that, don’t you think? ♬ ♪ at the flamingo bar / Parov Stelar

Deep sea Lovin’

Yes, love can bring out the best in us… the confidence to move on, the courage to tell the truth, the strength to keep hoping. But sometimes what surprises us the most isn’t what love brings out but who it brings back. ♬ ♪ my kind of love / Emeli Sandé