i romanticize everything. heartbreak, silence, late night drives with mascara tears and glitter on my thighs. i believe in angel numbers, toxic kisses, and reincarnation through perfume. i’m not healing. i’m evolving—into someone softer, sharper, harder to touch.

they say i’m too much. but darling, i was never meant to be digestible. #𝓽

мне лень этим заниматься

новые реакции, + добавила клубнику

KICKED IN THE HEAD BY A HORSE