let’s be honest, i kinda own it. that’s just the truth. somehow everything ends up landing on me: the attention, the looks, the whole main character moment. even my shoulders be carrying it all like it’s nothing. and you know what? i’m not even mad about it. i actually love it.
how cute… people love talking about me behind my back, but the second i walk in it’s all “oh you’re gorgeous.” funny, right? honestly i don’t even need the praise. i already know who i am, and trust me, i’m way more than just “gorgeous.” 💋
keep being jealous of me, i guess. i’m literally just doing whatever i like. sometimes it looks weird, sometimes it’s random, but somehow you’re still watching, still mad, still jealous :p meanwhile i’m just here trying another freaky pose for fun, n’ then suddenly it goes viral.
` Sunset resting on my collarbone, rings catching little constellations of light. I stand between motion and stillness, soft lips, sharp shadows, a quiet rebellion in warm tones `