life is so strange.
i spend a lot of time thinking about that.
and about who really does read this.
i want to be a model.
is that silly?
i want to walk the runway.
i want little girls to spend there days looking at me in glossys.
and saying, 'mummy isn't she beautiful.'
you're right.
you always are.
vodka starts my problems.
and it numbs them too.
thankfully.
some days i just want a cuddle.
some days i want to make love all day.
i'm going to show this new underwear to the whole world.
mondays not gona make much sense.
but does it ever.
my life makes for a great novel.
write me.
lipstick shades on pillow cases.
love and lust together.
promise me it was never about that?
yours
Lily 'fuckhead' Mae.x
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