Sidepiece at LIV tonight and I'm doing my makeup before I've even picked an outfit — priorities. Tell me you'd be picking it for me.
Sidepiece at LIV tonight and I'm doing my makeup before I've even picked an outfit — priorities. Tell me you'd be picking it for me.
Never been to a basketball game in my life, but the Heat are playing tonight and apparently an oversized jersey counts as an outfit. Tell me you'd explain the rules to me nice and slow.
Couldn't sleep so the bookshelf I've been putting off for months is finally getting its second coat — the shirt didn't survive the first one. Tell me you'd hand me the brush.
Went straight for the corn maze at the harvest festival and picked the prettiest little pumpkin as my prize — now I can't find my way out. Come find me in here.
Miami Carnival is this weekend and my costume is still in pieces all over the floor — feathers, glitter, and me in just the bottom half so far. Come hold things while I glue.
My best friend scored Jonas Brothers tickets for tonight and I said yes before my coffee even finished brewing. Now I'm standing here realizing my closet has zero pop-concert energy in it. Tell me you'd be my plus one.
Don Omar has the whole arena singing and I ducked out mid-set to deal with what two hours of dancing did to this dress. Tell me you'd have followed me in here.
Made it home from Floyd and the heels didn't survive past the front door — now I'm on the kitchen floor in the whole outfit, eating cereal like it's a victory meal. Tell me you'd split the bowl with me.
Dublon at Floyd doesn't start for hours and I've already committed to this outfit. Something about a late techno night makes me dress like I want to be found. You'd keep up with me till close, wouldn't you?
Squeezing in one last stretch before Dadi Freyr at ZeyZey, and my body is clearly not ready to leave this mat yet. Tell me you'd hold this pose right next to me.