Every day starts with a glass of water — even the ones that begin at the wrong end of the night. Keep me company?
Every day starts with a glass of water — even the ones that begin at the wrong end of the night. Keep me company?
Rock en Seine starts in two days and I've already emptied my closet onto the bed trying to pick a look. Chappell Roan is headlining and I refuse to be outdressed by a crowd that's been planning their outfits since spring. Tell me — festival chic or full chaos?
Found an empty rowboat on the lake and decided it was too warm for swimsuits. The mist hasn't burned off yet and neither has my mood. What would you do if you rowed past?
Cabaret Sauvage kept me until the lights came on — still buzzing, still half-undressed, and not ready for it to be over. Are you still up?
Best figure and my dick hate you ass doggystyle
The whole city is still vibrating outside my window and I can't bring myself to finish undressing alone. Want to come over and help me end this Friday properly?
As long as we can have a baby
Between takes and my robe gave up — the stylist's gone for coffee and I'm alone with three racks of lingerie and no reason to behave. Would you knock first, or just walk in?
Rooftop cinema at the Moulin Rouge and I'm more interested in the way the screen light keeps catching my collarbone than whatever's playing. Are you watching the film or did I ruin it for you?
Came home with three bags from Victoria's Secret and somehow I'm still standing here with nothing on. Tell me — should I even bother getting dressed?
The whole city's still asleep for the holiday and I'm walking to the bakery in a shirt I forgot to button. Would you have looked away?
There's a procession of candles floating down the Seine tonight and I've been getting ready for an hour — every option I try ends up on the floor instead of on me. Want to come help me decide?