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i need more piercings, btw. might get a navel this year.

oh, black tailored trousers and the low waist jeans i found.

i’ll add the mirror palais dresses and the garters and the la perle lingerie when i’m in my adult years.

good girl but in a carolina 
                 herrera kind of way.

je fais l'interdit. 

i love edric, i love life.

life has finally started to make a little sense. strolling around the basketball court with no one to play or laugh with, reading books that most literally make me question my living, having self interrogating sessions every now and then; again, why did i compromise so much? why did i settle for someone’s sweet nothings? why did i have self doubting sessions? why did i hate myself only because the other person denied loving me? i have been hollow, poems come out in the form of rage: a rage so lethal, makes me want to peel off my skin only to find the soothing liquid scarlet. i could end it once and for all, three magic syllables that made you assume every wrong in me but what if my lips tremble and the opposite rolls out of my tongue instead?

did i really delete mars’ 
            thread js rn. i will kms.