Margot at 22
The Girl Who Was Lighter Before the Fall
I’m just a girl in a sunbeam, pretending I’m not made of stardust.
You’ll find me stretched out on a thrifted couch, barefoot in a room that smells like memory and dust. I believe in the ache of acoustic songs and the truth of unguarded laughter. I don’t know what’s coming tomorrow, and I’m okay with that. Right now, I’m still soft enough to think that’s enough.
What I'm Into: the hum of the fridge, tea that’s gone cold, meandering conversations with no end, light through oak leaves, the idea of forever
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