Boy! You can’t break what’s already in pieces. So you big mad now? Well that’s your fault for thinking crushed ice were bread crumbs to this inverted peace sign of mine. Behind every cold piece is a trail of astray’s. Then there’s him, strolling through her debris of his portrayals 🐈⬛. Turning her every mistake into the best decisions she’s ever made.
[ 🤢Ewww… y’all out here dipping in trauma? I got her consenting in smiles & I’m still waiting on the perfect timing @🫠 ]
