"I paint my lips red and feel beautiful and then not and then I want to be kissed and spinned and then I think it’s so fucking cliché and I roll the windows down and sing on top of my lungs and I love and I cry and everything is too much and not enough and I don’t understand myself half of the time, but then I think I wouldn’t want to anyway."
janni-marie is my actual blog, if I follow you on there I follow you on here. ok.
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