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Blue Balls 🎱 (my mystic mistress dark poetry reading and dark romance fashion style lookbook)

Just Friends

Rent Girl 💜 (my selfish beauty queen aesthetic vlog)

Yes she was, mind your own business.

Don’t go spreading ur unwarranted advice and opinions to people who 1, don’t know who you are, don’t respect you or know you exist. 2, didn’t ask for. And 3, isn’t hurting anyone (or themselves).

Art is subjective. If you don’t agree with other people following the same baselines of a “made-up aesthetic” on a niche website/app like tumblr…

LOG OFF THE INTERNET!

Get a life, a photo is a photo. A hashtag is a hashtag. Funnel your energy towards to real world issues than to a creative kid posting photos.

Get your garbage out of the lolita fashion tag. I don't care about your discourse

I will happily post on the Lolita tag, just to trigger your big asshead

Ones You Love

Boys Are Dogs 🐾 (my behind the scenes vlog and modern country girl movie)

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my poem:

He loves you

Anyone with eyes could see

Everything I’ll never be

Soft and sweet

Dreaming about pregnancy

Opening doors before you speak

Crawling babies, you’ll never be alone

Scribbles on the walls

A secure place to sleep

A nest he built for me

Furry arms to doze the day away

All the things a girl like me could wish for

Burden to what’s in between my knees

Perfect for a hall pass or midnight vacation

A cheating scheme

Who you visit only after she goes to sleep

John pays for this to be discreet

Daddy pleads for a discount

Promising you’re all he needs

Yet if it weren’t for what’s underneath my skirt

He wouldn’t blow up my phone

Delivering roses and sweets

Requesting pictures and videos of me

I’m a vision, a muse, a watercolor painting

One tiny man could buy but never keep

Grab her by the hips

And rob her delicacy

Innocence belongs to the naive

I’m all out of trust

Love was too expensive

Only left me falling to my knees

The tears roll and frowns cement

The boys I choose promise one thing

To cherish me while leaving me bleeding

A stream on my cheek

He cradles my manicured face with an open fist

Tells me I have to beg for more

Soaks my bedsheets and breaks my bed frame

I guess I like it

My mind’s empty and legs weak

I asked for this pain

Block your number as I lock the gate

The checks cleared and lipstick smeared

If loves so cheap, why am I still here picking weeds?

Boys Are Dogs 🐾 (my sad seductress dark poetry reading)

Cabbage Patch Kids