We’ll leave together though?
I wanted to say you’re a big slag. We have to be buzzing like indie school rock kids, fucked on life
Pumping bass from a rickety beach bar as the sun goes down, peeling grapes before you eat them, climbing trees to read your book, eating a jalapeño pepper trying to keep a straight face, dancing in your underwear, listening to someone else’s music on the tube because its so loud. 11 days to go
You looked radiant earlier. Playing Moby in my heart
Come on you pussy, it's shit there
What a pair of texts to wake up to
A mouse wearing tights?
How tall are you in feet and inches?
I need to give a description of my number one, super beauty, love of my life in Spanish and I thought of you, not a carrot