there are these days, i feel so old. night.
where are my days of mini-skirts, blueberry cigarettes and long nights?

my remarks of adulting be like:

Maldives got cancelled, because someone gone wrecking ball.
i got my sweetest revenge and booked the most expensive hotel in Bali.
because, for no long i have been swimming through abyss for ten years.
i want my bikini, margarita, rose petals milk bath and all that strange shit.

sometimes i just eat a whole cheesecake and think, that it`s worth it.
and if it is not, there is always a doctor, who can cut in me one more time.
yeah, babe. cut me more. general anesthesia scares me more, than anything.
what is scary? i do not know. sunday waterboarding? (man with a scalpel is hot)

i can not recall all cruise collections, there are so many and i am so busy.
those Chanel from 2016 are nice and new Bvl. snake eternity bag is LOVE.

in my being 28 next month, i find it hard to keep up with my guys fire.
minus all those abs, how could you all go through the night? yeah?
another fifth round my head starts to spin around. am i old already?

adulthood butterflies is to not ask your partners name, until he is leaving.
[you will not find me in your bed, when you wake up, i promise].

i mean, how mature. nah.

these days money solve almost everything.
how beautiful you are, summer.