Rain makes. Rain makes the world wet. Rain brings life to the trees. Rain fucks with suede boots. Rain makes me eat soup. Soup is chic. I’d rather drink tea than eat soup. Rain.
You are my boyfriend My girlfriend My girl. My stars forever. My fave Swede, my sweetest pop bitch boyfriend babe. In the end, tell them to play Dancing On My Own. at my funeral The winter was too hard for …
Tracy. My fitness sherpa. Guide me into the light. Brentwood. Tribeca. Soon…London. Studio City? Nunca. Your method is my meth.