mine thoughts wore darker garments than mine wardrobe ever could. the mirrors made companions ov me, doubling every silence until it seem’d almost conversational. drôle, how solitude may yet feel so exquisitely populated.
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lackaday, who let me out lookin’ this sweet? y‘all best behave, ‘cause this lil’ flower’s got thorns ✿
petalsnpearls, ride’s plush, ego’s plusher.. (obvs)x
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ho there, nocturnal wanderer, / ++
cream seats, one smug lil' flower pinned by my heart. #blurrymoon in the window, trouble in the front. still cute, tho. perchance u wanna be my chauffeur? i bite.. (jk, mostly) :pp
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mark me, mortals: one tiny red box, one huge ego. spent the morning fussing n, ö! forgot where i left ma manners. (didn’t miss ‘em). posting ‘cause i’m bored &. beautiful, 𖦹v.
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What hō, my lovesick peasants? X__xx :b The moon’s my witness, #BornSpoilt, and not a soul here could afford the privilege of my indifference.
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Just me, a white dress, and a camera that knows too much. How lovely #prettylittlething. Fear I may be a bit too fond of myself lately, but then again, have u seen the pictures? Oh, well. Some things are better left unspoken, and some faces are better left unexplained.
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