baby, i like your style
The G E M I N I woman
An advocate for everything new, fresh, and bold. Her thoughts were little treasures, her mind was made of gold
Her words melted into my hands when I saw her that night. A sarcastic smirk and red stilettos under pretty neon lights. I wish I had one more dance with her, but she disintegrated like sand when I held her too tight.
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met gala 2021 pt 1
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moodboard: mars in the 8th house
“desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.” ~ nayyirah waheed
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kinda looks like an oil painting
From the Saltburn screenplay coffee table book.
I NEED someone to release the digital version of the pic.
Sweet. It’s like my own private telenovela.