Paused my game twenty minutes ago and still haven't moved — or put anything on. I'm in one of those moods where I want to be in charge and I don't feel like asking nicely. You brave enough to come see?
Paused my game twenty minutes ago and still haven't moved — or put anything on. I'm in one of those moods where I want to be in charge and I don't feel like asking nicely. You brave enough to come see?
Spent the whole evening editing and my mind kept drifting somewhere it shouldn't. Come see what happens when I finally stop working, baby.
Burned off every ounce of frustration from this weekend and now I can't bring myself to put anything back on. Come see what all that energy looks like when it's spent, baby.
0-0 at the half and every screen in this bar has me holding my breath. You watching this or am I suffering in public alone?
Came straight home from the show still buzzing — bass in my chest, wristband still on, everything else on the floor. The night's not over yet, baby.
Rooftop pool to myself and the Miami sky looks like it was painted for me. This is what 90 degrees does to a girl — melts all the ambition right out of her. Come keep me company before I fall asleep in this lounger.
100 degrees in Miami and I just walked home through all of it — this tank top didn't survive. You think I'm putting anything else on tonight?
Friday night in Miami and I'm still deciding what stays on. The city doesn't start without me, baby — you think I should wear the red or the black?
Eliminated from Leagues Cup and I can't even be mad — just sitting on this roof staring at the skyline like the city owes me answers. Some losses you feel in your chest. You still up processing this with me?
2-2 in the second half and I'm gripping my couch cushion like it owes me money. León keeps answering every goal and I can't sit still. You watching this with me or am I screaming alone tonight?