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My bed is never made, my socks never match, and my room is a disaster. I don't believe in the concept of time, or shoes. I'm stuck somewhere between artsy trashy hippie and a classy lady.
But thats all part of my charm.
Follow me on my journey to self discovery, or self destruction.
Merida receives a new necklace.
Posted 1 year ago / 366 notes / Tagged: