Yours. Mine. Ours. I am Honeysuckle&mistrust. I am a lavender syrup settled in your hair like smoke. Burnt out&mildly broken. Lauren Audrey. Second best.
I can’t even express how stressful it is to know you have a shitty taste in music and be asked to play music in the car. like neither of us want me to do this. i’m sweating. please just tell me what you want before I stress puke