Oh I always give up after 1km and walk the rest of the way in bare feet, somehow I still can't walk properly for abour 2 days. My philosophy for nights out in painful shoes: Feet too sore to dance! Need. Another. Drink.
She has: Twenty-some years, an exclaiming heart, a dusty little car, a pen in her hand, one mother dearest, one padre + one big little brother. She lives in the most isolated capital city in the world.
IRL:
She comes with sound effects, a silly grin and smiling eyes.
Online:
She's a questioning, expressive, fickle mix of a young lady.
3 comments:
Oh wow, those photos are creepy.
wow crazy pics.
I always pay for wearing high heels. When I'm drunk I can't feel the pain at all, but the morning after? Horrible.
Oh I always give up after 1km and walk the rest of the way in bare feet, somehow I still can't walk properly for abour 2 days. My philosophy for nights out in painful shoes: Feet too sore to dance! Need. Another. Drink.
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