carmilla:
“i won’t. cross my heart and all that shit. yes. we can find some rich french man, let him thing we’re just so enamoured by him, only to rip the rug right out from under him. fucking yeah. look, you’re young and hot and we’re in fucking paris. you owe it to yourself to have as much fun as possible. cheers! it would be the definition of perfection, us being up there, owning fashion week.
“ you’ll stick a needle in your eye too? this is why i love ya carm. eff. sounds perfect -- maybe we’ll even snag a prince or something. could you imagine the headlines? maybe i’ll finally get cast in a movie. i’m not like you -- it’s a little hard to keep up appearances and have fun when i don’t have somebody to blame, even though you know i love doing that shit. i try to have my own version of fun, though. learning a lot y’know -- i feel like everyone’s more trusting in a new country because we’re each other’s comfort zones. one day, we’ll do it. ”











