My mother stuck soap on the grooves of my teeth, purging my mouth of its sins, teaching me to taste my words before spitting them out. I did no such thing. Burnt by my tongue, I was fed whiskey and wine to keep my words sweet. “Your tongue can be a tool”, she said. “Learn how to use it.”
I am so so proud of you! You are amazing and so so talented!! Love you lots xx
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Thank you so much angel!! Love you loads ❤ xx
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