Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.
Jedge. 21. Libra. Floridian Mer-Babe. Baker/Decorator. Horrid Bombshell.
1 Creeper(s) Creeping
My icon rn is the exact pose id be in if someone painted my portrait when i was a teen back in the 1700s
when is science gonna suck me to the gotdamn moon rather than putting a astronaut on it
Im obsessed with my tan line tbh
Im rill not feely good. Y’all wanna talk abt life???