I wasn’t going to text her, but I did. I fucking miss her so much.
I’d give anything to be in the passenger seat again, watching you chain smoke cigarettes and rap the male parts of songs. I miss those times that I’d catch you staring into the mirror at my reflection as I put on makeup. I’ll never forget how beautiful I felt despite being hungover and wearing your shades in the mall because you were holding my hand. I wish I could have had one last dance.
I’d rather not touch myself…
Yes black BBQ interlude music by the swimming pool in my white thong bikini and Afro puffs with my man
Reminds me of my friend Mike.smh he’s a fool… 😊