We always mean to but somehowwww end up gettin distracted.
death grips the kind of band thatd make a new album but not tell anyone and leave the only copy under a park bench
the kid on my back, that’s my brother ryan. he thinks he’s prince harry. the lady behind us is our mom. she’s beautiful, like nefertiti. my brother thinks i can fly.
Lemmie tell you, all the kids in the neighborhood do this shit. I can’t wrap my head around it.
Cooler weather is upon us and my wardrobe is quite pleased. 👻💀🔥