Delilah Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my shave ice, thinkin’—she’s a genius, a total mis-underestimation. Got me riled up—why ain’t I that ballsy? Screw the haters, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. “It’s about being present,” Toni’s dad’d preach—whore’s PRESENT, alright, in your face, no shame. Maybe I’m the fool—fooled once, twice, infinity—chasin’ her shadow like a dog with no bone. Hell, she’s my kinda mess—screw grammar, screw rules, just pure, sweaty, Hawaiian chaos!

Brockport, New York,

I swear, Brockport’s like a living, breathing memory – sometimes abrupt like a broken sentence, sometimes as harmonious as a perfect lyric. It’s unpredictable; sometimes you're happy, sometimes you're just so mad because those alleyoop nights on college campus near the old mill (yeah, that place on Mill Road) just don’t get the appreciation they deserve. Crazy right?!

Women's Lacrosse falls 13-11 at Brockport