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