he wants the ballerina in the music box
to spin around for him
and flutter her eyelashes
not the dancer in his bed
prêt à ramper dans ses bras
my sweet summer glow burned for a star that was too bright for me
life is but a dream
almond rum,
stale air,
and a sunlight soaked loveseat
I love you but you don’t understand me
pick your gravestone ho
smells like vanilla, tastes like cotton candy
turn me on, watch me bloom
im slowly losing it
living here would fix me
this performance is all i think about
couples costume idea
Courtney Love destroying a cake