i want to drink you up.
keep seeing this burnt orange colour on all the chicks and in all the shops.
personally i don't rate it. i like to drink my orange not wear it.
but seems fine.
'i'm a pretty big colour right now if you hadn't noticed' pencil on paper.
eyes wide. shut.
i got some bins finally. and i can mother fucking see stuff. it's incredible. i've been missing out on some good things. like detail, facial expressions and everyday life for a long time.
quite a lot of mad things have happened to me recently.
and it's made me quiet. i'm mostly sorry at myself for that.
to have. and. to hold.
stunning.

i'm not the relationship type let alone marriage. but the Givenchy couture gowns make me wanna get dressed up and march down the aisle with the next boy that even looks at me.
i'm not the relationship type let alone marriage. but the Givenchy couture gowns make me wanna get dressed up and march down the aisle with the next boy that even looks at me.
dream girls.
crush.
i heart freja for chanel.
i want to be a cat. i want to wear chanel. i want to look like freja.
i don't want much.
its quite annoying that
i liked street drinking with you and that i lost my nose stud when we made out.
also that i lost my purse on the bus on the way home. but an honest person found it and made getting it back to me, their sunday mission. very lucky. too lucky. must. must be more careful.
('i liked street drinking with you, i lost my nose stud when we made out' - mixed media illustration steal it and i will cut you)
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