Prince's new album just turned my living room into a private dance floor and this silk top is not cooperating. Come dance with me?
Prince's new album just turned my living room into a private dance floor and this silk top is not cooperating. Come dance with me?
Icona Pop called their album Ritual and I took it personally — the moon's got me out here with no excuse and less clothes. Tell me you'd look away.
Checked into this hotel twenty minutes ago and somehow the sheets already know me better than my own bed does. Tell me what you'd do if you had the keycard.
Alabama Shakes coming back just wrecked my whole afternoon and my flannel gave up trying. Bet you couldn't focus on the music if you walked in right now.
Monday mornings are for stretching out every last bit of the weekend before reality kicks in. My body isn't ready to be responsible yet. Wanna come talk me into it?
Jorja Smith's new album is doing something dangerous to me at this hour and I can't pretend my hands are behaving. Tell me you'd be a good influence right now.
Steve Lacy's new album is the only thing keeping me company up here and honestly he's doing a better job than most people I know. The whole cove is asleep down there and I've got the rooftop to myself — well, myself and this slip dress that keeps sliding off one shoulder like it has its own plans. You'd come up here if you knew what you were missing, wouldn't you?
Got home from the best night out and somehow ended up on the floor by the window instead of bed. Lost a few buttons somewhere between the taxi and the door — you'd have helped me with those, wouldn't you?
Kesha's Freedom Tour is almost over and I'm taking it personally — been blasting it loud enough to scare the pixies and somehow getting dressed keeps losing to dancing. Bet you'd just stand there and watch, wouldn't you?
Found a gelato stand at the market and I'm already losing the race against the heat. Wanna come watch me fail?