UFC 330 is in Philly and I'm already too hyped to sit still — been refreshing the fight card like it's gonna change. Who's your pick for the main event, love?
UFC 330 is in Philly and I'm already too hyped to sit still — been refreshing the fight card like it's gonna change. Who's your pick for the main event, love?
Fight night's got me too wired to bother with clothes — been shadowboxing barefoot since I opened my eyes. Think you can keep up with me, love?
Been rereading The Giver since before the sun came up — there's something about that book that hits different when the rest of the world is still asleep. The ending still wrecks me every single time. Tell me yours, love — I need new recommendations anyway.
My PrettyLittleThing haul came in and I swear I only meant to try things on — but the new lace felt too good against my skin to stop there. Tell me I'm not the only one who can't keep her hands to herself, love.
Found a new SAINt JHN snippet someone leaked on Instagram and now I'm sprawled on my couch with my headphones in and absolutely no self-control. Want to hear what it did to me, love?
That new SAINt JHN collab dropped two weeks ago and I'm just now finding it — been on repeat since I opened my eyes and now my hands won't behave. Want to see what the bass did to me, love?
Couldn't sleep so I came out to the kitchen for water and somehow ended up on the counter with my fingers buried deep. Want to taste what I found, love?
The heat finally broke enough for a cold shower but I can't bring myself to put anything back on. Come keep me company down here, love?
Twelve finishes, ten in the first round — I screamed myself hoarse and my jersey gave up on me somewhere around fight number eight. Still too wired to sleep, love.
First-ever UFC in Serbia tonight and I'm already in my walkout jersey with a Coke cracked open — not getting a single useful thing done today. You watching the main card with me, love?