In teh Garden

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Thank you EA💖

CelebSim: Amy Winehouse

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My dearest Amy...

Adult Swim: Bella On Vacay

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I'm a big Bella Goth fan

Celeb-Sim: Courtney Love

Just a quick put together of my favorite Grunge Icon because I love her.

Sul Sul

live it 🎮💖

Felt Lucky (won't delete)

 You know pick an emoji go the reading. If you want a personal reading.💝

🖤 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMerRy8GP/
 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMerRa88N/
 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMerRMgL5/

Hexy WILL Wreckxy

Let's watch me be controller 🎮

Grim Loves Boney

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could you just diiiiiiiie?

My Boney

let's admit we love a Queen

Valentine Cartel Card Pulls

Hey it's me, I did some tarot card pulls. These are pretty micro cos its meant for TikTok. I offer more in depth on my Etsy.

Pick the pile that appeals to you.

Pile 1 (🖤) https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeMyXuWJ/

Pile 2 ( 💝) https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeMymEfd/

Pile 3 (💔) https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeMyGg6B/

Droplet

 I did not start out life with my hunger. Odd passions. 

Sure, I had drive. I wanted to succeed, to excel, I was raised as I thought every good girl was. I found pleasure in success.

When, I crossed V's path. I didn't know he would break beyond repair, a broken doll that I was barely hiding. At eighteen, I thought I could take on the world. Mostly because I had too. I always had to. No adults around thought long enough about me to make "choices" for me.

I had come home to bury my birth mum. So, I was boozing pretty hard. Still hiding from even myself I was going to miss her.

So, meeting Valentino seemed fun. Pure distraction. Until, I realized I did something strange. I fell asleep at his.

"Morning Kitten." He'd say rousing me before the sun. He was always certain about me getting back before sunlight.

Wish I knew then, what I knew now.

Some say....

What Valentino is good.

To some extent, sure.

However, it's lucky for him, this bitch can handle her crazy. (after all some is genetic.)

Though, as I sit here with another man's blood on my hand typing so calmly in a hotel in St. Bart's I'm not sure how it got so bad.

I'm listening to Pulp's "Common People" and remembering my dad briefly. My brain flashing V. 

All the words. 

Sitting here, alone a bimbo with a cannibalistic taste.