i don’t want to hold a conversation ever again

can’t wait to be home so i can sit on my bed and cry into my own hands like a mom that lost their kid in a movie

..we’re going to throw a party.. it’s gonna be called the garbage trash whore lingerie party

don’t have a clue how any of this shite works but i still dream

i hate emo bands because if a man wants to moan about his life in my ear he should be paying me and not the opposite way around

things i love: dancing, eating olives, old clothes, dreamers, creative people, makeup, music, rhinestones, electronic bass, leather, veils, perfume, opera, opera gloves, dramatics, sausage dogs, rainbow sushi, military green, marshland earth & irish soil <3