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But what would you expect, with a mind like that

“I am not a person who cares about looks or what people wear,” “Being true as a real person is so much more interesting to me.” “I’ve always wanted to write or be a teacher. After modeling, I’m going to get a degree in English literature. I love existential writing and Russian lit. I’ve read The Age of Reason by Jean-Paul Sartre three times and Crime and Punishment twice,” … “The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera is a favorite, and I love recommending Richard Brautigan’s In Watermelon Sugar.” “Most people assume I’m some blonde bimbo,” “but I’m not wrapped up in the fashion world. My goal is to have a big enough voice to influence others. That’s everyone’s struggle, after all: to find yourself in a place where nobody is judging you.”


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Those seminal backdrops. Those private entrances. Those hours of prep. Those golden hour sways. Those lexicons of looks. Those colours on parade. Those fittings and hooks. Those textures and charades. Those laptops. Those cross-posting social steps. Those polaroid sentences. Those motorways and runways. Those waiting books. Those pivotal pilots. Those flowers beholden. Those sexy lovers' eyelets. Those gripping tethers. Those mountaintops and facials. Those pink floyd rotor blades. Those motorcades and photo rays. Those baiting teetotals. Those powers flexing. Those escape routes and false friends. Those ever unspokens. Those blessings unfrozen. Those jumping off the deep ends. These days. That fountain. Them brains. Thine legs