its called true love. my main loves sirloin but doesn't have the teeth necessary to go savage, course imma prechew it
pt 3 of property problems: no way to install a functioning lock. a firm push and welcome to my abode.
trust me I knew there would be a reason, I've made my peace with that
I put up with this. That says a lot about me as a person.
I recorded this at 3 am. Idk if my neighbors like my music but I can't hear bitching over this bass anyways
I lost weight. I get it. Stop telling me.
yeah its 9:30 pm. am I the only lady not waking up flawless?
DMT with my brother. aka enter the void
yes I have worn this shirt two days in a row, yes I "borrowed" a cart. not ratchet if it's practical
unintended consequences of banning nudity and all other cool shit
why you can't use Instagram captions as advice. 'never leave my house...'