ok

I wanna take a pic with cardi b inside my cardigan

We should all resort to communism

his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy theres vomit on sweater already moms spaghetti hes nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words wont come out hes choking how everybody joking now the clocks run out times up over blaow

Showed up, shawty thought I was the postman