They say I’m too reserved. I say I am a woman of a few words. But here’s the thing: when I speak, there’s no sugar-coating anything. I don’t fear speaking my truth. I hope you can handle it.
$9.99
They say I’m too reserved. I say I am a woman of a few words. But here’s the thing: when I speak, there’s no sugar-coating anything. I don’t fear speaking my truth. I hope you can handle it.
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Characteristic | Pearlescent |
Color | White |
Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
What your oversized shades don’t cover, your wide brim fedora makes up for. You don’t let the chaos around you break your stride. In the midst of all the young fans and paparazzi, taupe bag in hand, you own the sidewalk like a runway.
Laying in bed, late at night and he sends you those four infamous words “send me a pic”
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