(Static and muffled screaming over Wal-Mart intercom)
Sanila: This is how we die, Irisa.
(Static and muffled screaming over Wal-Mart intercom)
Sanila: This is how we die, Irisa.
Sanila: Your eyebrows are far superior.
Me: He is garbage.
Sanila: The kind of garbage that isn’t biodegradable either.
Sanila: Drake is a fuckboy himself, unfortunately.
Ava: I don’t care what Drake is. He could be a lizard person for all I care. And I would still let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Sanila: You look like a sexy robot with a midriff.
Me: I will not have you TTC when I can drive you.
Sanila: The most romantic words I’ve heard in a while ♥
Sanila: Highlighter brighter than my future.