It Hurts To Be Beautiful
My ribcage is bruised.
My feet were dying that I had to resuscitate it.
But the best part of last night was my mascara.
It stayed on despite of the ceaseless batting!
posted by M. Lim | 6:54 AM
Freyja Griffin one day realized that she was born to die. But then, everyone else is too. So she decided to make do with her life
My ribcage is bruised.
My feet were dying that I had to resuscitate it.
But the best part of last night was my mascara.
It stayed on despite of the ceaseless batting!
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Sunday, July 01, 2007
My ribcage is bruised.
My feet were dying that I had to resuscitate it.
But the best part of last night was my mascara.
It stayed on despite of the ceaseless batting!
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