I awoke to the sun shining brightly through an open window on a Saturday morning, a slightly chilly breeze made the evergreen curtains on my چار پوسٹر بستر wave. The sun beat down on me as I hopped out of بستر and got dressed into my black crop سب, سب سے اوپر and black jean shorts. Then walked over to the deep black vanity and spread black lipstick on my full lips. When I was done putting my eyeliner on I walked over to the deep brown wooden doors and slid them open.
Inside was a variety of dresses and jackets, but I pushed them all aside and made my way to the back of the closet, grabbed my high-heeled...
continue reading...
