let's put on sparkly make up, cute, ethereal little outfits and pretend to be fairies dancing around the coffee table there doesn't need to be a party or event to serve cunt politely
why i wear my best clothes, my most lit fits, when i am simply sitting in the dark (most of the time alone) for two hours? the world may never know, but it does feel right…
I loved being 19, it felt like the age I was supposed to be. I miss 19, I can’t wait to see what other years will feel like being 19 when I get older. Aging used to scare me a lot more, now I’ve realized the world is kinder to me as I’ve grown up, and I’ve grown kinder to myself too. I hope to smile enough that one day it’ll never leave my face again.
