❀Persephone❀

Noting better than finding cute belts at the thrift.

Why am I not currently bent over?

Talking with people who don’t add anything to the conversation makes me want to lobotomize myself!

Can we skip to the part where I’m married to a blue collar daddy who calls me princess and puts his fingers in my mouth?

Being a teenage girl is genuinely like prison. Just give me freedom already.

The lack of fingers in mouths is why they say romance is dead.

“If I was a girl in a book, this would all be so easy.” Has definitely been hitting harder as of recently.

Having my first cigarette had me feeling like every sad indie girl. Goals met.

Had a man touch my palm and it turned me on. Hell really is a teenage girl.