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She’s not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.
The first time I’ve ever worn boot cuffs. The 15 year old assured me that they look “fine”, which in 15 year old girl speak probably means “I hope to God we’re not seen in public together. You look like a freakin’ idiot, mom”.
Vintage bondage love…