I really relate to Britney.
I really relate to Britney.
I really relate to Britney.
Hair matches shirt. Almost 33, still hot this on lock.
For the record, I’m a pirate.
I just don’t see me leaving the couch for a while.
Charlie be like.
My teeth are like my neighborhood: slowly getting whiter, only crooked if you look hard enough, but in very good health nonetheless.
“Did you just move here from Brooklyn?” “Nope, I’ve been here for 15 years.” “Oh, I would have never guessed. I’ve been here for 28.” This queen’s shade. He tried it. Not today, low rent Divine. Not today.
My eyes, my birthstone, my haters.
Single life = less clothes in pictures
Ok. Leaving the house after 10:30. In America. Get into it.