Shooting day 💋 (lol how basic can it get)

Eight letters! That's what they wrote on my passport last month. 8 letters! You see, my name used to ring a bell. But you know what they say: When God closes a door, there’s no bell to ring. So I should be opening the window. Shall we all jump? On top of that, it's known that my inner loudness just demands casual affection and some sporadic friends. One for the show, and two for the audience. Yet you know deep inside, honey, that I have always been painfully obedient to made-up rules. My guardian angel never made me less lonely. Just a little bit more catholic. Guilty, guilty, guilty! I’d rather be watched, not touched. That’s a sin. I’d rather give a speech, not a solution. That 's not my job.

um bichinho pequenino

I have never posted here, not often at least. I’m so overwhelmed by instagram bullshit I have decided to come back to tumblr since I don’t know anyone from my real life who still use it. Just saving photos and #foodforthought lol I feel ridiculous but at least I’m not shouting on twitter