𝙅𝘼𝙔.

you  are  a  weapon,  and  weapons  do  not  weep.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ she’s rocking that 𝓼alty hair and 𝓼un-kissed skin, a coastal 𝐠𝐚𝐥 so gorgeous . . . . you’d reckon she’s the reason the ocean keeps crashing in to see 𝒉͟𝒆͟𝒓. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

i don’t trust any of these bitches i’m with, in the back of the taxi, sniffin’ cocaine.