Let Me Be Odd

Every summer has a story..

And she was reminiscent of sunshine: bright and so dearly desired, until you spent too much time in it..

They say: a pout a day keeps the doctor away.

The truth is like poetry… unfortunately most people seem to hate poetry.

“No, it's never my fault, but you know how to make me stay”

And I’ll never forget the way your hands hurt me that night..

I like to collect secrets 👉👈 anonymously tell me a secret of yours my lovelies? I want to add it to my collection 🥰

I must look beautiful in pain, otherwise why would you keep causing me so much heartache?

I am actually disgusted with my current lore

I may not be perfect, in fact I’m not even one of a kind… but I can promise that you’ll search for me in every woman that comes after.

Just a little weirdo at heart 🖤