She been thick af!
Dollar store candles burning on the side of the bathtub, with dawn dish soap bubbles in the water, while we talk pseudo esoteric bullshyt until the water cools down, eating her ass with Dionne Farris’ “Hopeless” playing through the clock radio speaker, slowly smashing rawnopullout on top shelf targét sheets until the sun comes up, AND I’M putting the Chick-fil-A leftovers in Tupperware for her to take to the studio the next day!
India please let me give you a baby! Pleeheheheez!
