blue gatorade can’t erase the potent taste of cheap ***** but it makes your lips taste like ecstasy transporting me to a world where i’m not broken, and i’m not afraid to love you.
i want to have your babies.it’s true. drunk words. sober thoughts. You smile or maybe cringe.
not enough love in my world. not enough time with you. but what do I know in a liquor infused state of mind?