Aren’t I lucky?
Isn’t she lucky?
Who does she think she is?
Who the hell are you?
Who do you think you are?
Their knives cut through the cords holding me bound in popular opinion.
Aren’t I lucky?
Isn’t she lucky?
Who does she think she is?
Who the hell are you?
Who do you think you are?
Their knives cut through the cords holding me bound in popular opinion.
“Do you think I’m pretty without makeup on? What do you prefer?”
“I think you are beautiful, and your self-expression is beautiful. Wear makeup. Wear nothing.
Whatever you like, darling.”
“Do you like when I wear makeup? What do you prefer?” Loki asks.
“I fucking love it. It’s somehow natural when you do.”
“Because I’m not trying. I’m reacting to myself.”
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