Good luck cracking my layers—it’s called a slow burn, baby, this ain’t some fireworks display. Keep that performative shit away from me. That’s not connection, that’s emotional shrapnel. I want something that lingers like smoke on a jacket. A love that’s eternal. Can you handle the silence between words? The space between heartbeats? The unspoken…

Today is a wild day for sure. I hate this shit so much Today is a wild day for sure. I hate this shit so much Today is a wild day for sure. I hate this shit so much