the female curse is not being able to recognize your own beauty
the female curse is not being able to recognize your own beauty
god made me a poor suffering girl
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oh god miss you on my lips
heart cookiesβ‘
i always write about you in my diaryβ‘
finding non existent flaws in another girl wonβt make you prettier than her β‘
only fairies and princesses follow me β‘
in the sensitive girls we cry if he changed his tone of voice a little
me and him in another universe β‘
only needing the lap of an older man β‘
me
being a sweet angel everyday is hard work
the peopleβs princess κ° me κ± β‘
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applying lip gloss and brushing my hair every 5 mins is work, being pretty really is a job π
following everyone back, sorry for the delay β‘
poetry, beauty, romance and love, these are the things we stay alive for
i miss her terribly (the sea)
he calls me his baby and suddenly life is worth living again
Λ β π my true form
the only thing i think about β‘