so in my new apartment there’s a random hole in the wall, just big enough for a drake bell shrine
"I heart my car" she says as she pumps its hole full of love fluid, but their half-hearted smiles betray the truth. They’re just going through the motions, each silently wondering which will be the first to admit that the spark is gone.
damn, tyra. you might as well just write “i fuckin hate u” on the paper and give her that.