I have an actual problem, I can’t leave a shop without someone tucked in to my pants
I can’t make up my mind 🧸
My toxic trait is thinking I’m Naomi Campbell simply because I’m black and British
Stealing makeup and cute clothes to cure my sadness>>>
I’m back in my messy french girl, femme fatale, dark red, man eater era
I want to dissolve into nothing
I’m running out of cigarettes :(
Kate Moss in Paris (1993)