I really hate that even though I’m wearing a shit tonne of eyeliner and a black bra that says “please have sex with me” I can’t make myself look anything other than ‘innocent girl next door’ or ‘urban outfitters reject.’ Perhaps I’ll embrace this image and think like Taylor Swift: you might think it’s apple pie but underneath I’m hiding a melt in the middle chocolate pudding. Wink face.
English rose with far too many thorns, attempting not to make a complete mess of my life and currently failing miserably. Shameless fan of Starbucks, Pinot Grigio, Quentin Tarantino and novelty jumpers.
Top Posts & Pages