Oh hell and then i go back to black and white. A brain of oxymorons

Dear Stella,

I want to be the girl who wears your clothes, i want to adorn myself in bows and stay up until 3am drinking babychams or keep it sleek and chic in a serious suit and play cards till the dawn breaks.

I want, I want, I want.

Terrible isn't it.

Sincerely, Thread