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A little about me

 If my mom saw this she would cry. Happy tears or sad ones im not sure. 

This is me. A natural blonde gone fake. a girl struggling to find herself in a fake world. I grew up in Nosara Costa Rica, love the sunshine, a good tan, and a book.
I spend basically 100% of my time listening to Lana del Rey or staring off into space. I am an emotionally anxious girl that tends to overshare online. you can find me at the local coffee shop, napping at the beach, or with my nose in a good book.




this is where I live now
















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