what yall up thinking about?
how I will have nothing but meaningless, empty relationships for the rest of my life. how no one is genuine and everyone is fake. how empty I am. and how horny I am. how I wish things were different. how they’re not. wondering how we’ll end up.
them wings i got downstairs in the fridge
When's your bedtime :)
Whenever I next collapse is purely up to the gods
Soft as Silk,
Sweet as honey,
Dumb as shit,
I ain’t got no money
