DAMARA: YOU WEAR IT BETTER THAN ME.

DAMARA: THIS THING ITCH LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.

DAMARA: I TAKE IT OFF AS SOON AS I FINISH POSING FOR PICTURE.

DAMARA: YOU SATISFIED?

DAMARA: I FUCK UP TOO THOUGH.

DAMARA: WHOLE THING KIND OF TURN ME INTO A BITCH.

DAMARA: MAYBE. IF I NICER. I STILL HAVE FRIEND?

(Thank you all for the MASSIVE influx of asks! I’m gonna be super busy today—going to a wedding!—but I’ll get on them as soon as humanly possible. Thanks again! <3)