Anna Five Forks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Blair (E.Cullen)

The inconsistency of the lower caps and capitals was copying how she initially wrote emails out to herself about the events in the album.

Sometimes, my thoughts are all over the place. Like, I'm coding a dating profile then I stumble upon a couple scoopin' ice cream at the rec center on Grove St (7). I love that randomness! It makes life, like, spontaneous and rad. Also, my neighbor, old Mr. Jenkins, always mumbles wacky stuff about "the spirit of the city." I'm like, dude, chill! But it's kinda sweet (8).

Deadly crash on Upstate highway backs up traffic for hours