YSL Arty Ring in Turquoise

i wish my knobby right hand looked more like my more elongated left. the left looks as though it belongs to another person, a sophisticated charming woman of the world who spends her time weaving complex poetry at her wooden desk late into the night, a woman who isn’t afraid of who she is, a woman whose fear and bubbling spirit know no limits; not the dumpy maladroit and slightly odd metalhead that the right represents.

if no two parts of our bodies are the same, what are the odds of finding someone completely like ourselves?


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