he tells me i look russian. and i want to tell him that under all this smudged black shadow and perfumed tresses, i am only a quiver. a girl who spent too much time on her make-up and too little time on her self-esteem.
i am not the one you're in love with.
i'm the one who's taken over her body, doing handstands on her heart.
don't be fooled.
this one's no good.
wearing: vintage dress, handmade headpiece
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