Beah , 17 ( almost 18) years, 57 pounds of white mass, a small town, a sister, a blog, lookbook, Canadian, I speak French and eat licorice. Roxy is my imaginary friend, I see the dead in the bathtub of CSI. The nine lucky, but I do not have luck. Often the wrong color, always obsessed with a few songs, a passion for Harry Potter. Vegan, lazy and sunny. I like the gentle rain, memories, and raspberries. I hate having dirty hands, a stomach ache and my sister plays the flute.
Polly : My neighbor, girlfriend and photographer. He has a dog that goes crazy every time he sees me and a swirl pot in front of his door. Since we were talking about small (er screamed) from one balcony to another and era presente quando mia sorella mi ha messo una cicca nei capelli.
Beah , 17 (almost 18) years old, 57 kilos of white mass, a little village, a sister, a blog, a lookbook account, canadian, I speak french and eat liquorice. Roxy is my imaginary friend, I see death people from CSI in my bath. Number 9 is my lucky number, but I'm not in luck. I often mess up with hair dyes, always obsessed with a bunch of songs, a big passion for Harry Potter. Vegan, lazy and sunny. I love drizzle, memories and raspberries. I hate having dirty hands, stomach-ache and my sister playing flute.
Polly : my neighbour, my bud and my photographer. She has a dog that goes crazy any time she sees me and a windmill in the vase right in front of her door. When we were kids we talked (ehm, screamed) to each other from a balcony to another. She was there when my sister put bubblegum in my hair.
Beah , 17 (almost 18) years old, 57 kilos of white mass, a little village, a sister, a blog, a lookbook account, canadian, I speak french and eat liquorice. Roxy is my imaginary friend, I see death people from CSI in my bath. Number 9 is my lucky number, but I'm not in luck. I often mess up with hair dyes, always obsessed with a bunch of songs, a big passion for Harry Potter. Vegan, lazy and sunny. I love drizzle, memories and raspberries. I hate having dirty hands, stomach-ache and my sister playing flute.
Polly : my neighbour, my bud and my photographer. She has a dog that goes crazy any time she sees me and a windmill in the vase right in front of her door. When we were kids we talked (ehm, screamed) to each other from a balcony to another. She was there when my sister put bubblegum in my hair.
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