I wans’t feeling so hot today, so N came over and got me baklava. Love.
I am beyond happy that we got to kick it again. I’ve missed listening to you, and talking to you. You make things right, B. Thank you so much. You’ve done so much for me in the past, and I am beyond thankful. B, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, touching your face, and laughing with you, and kicking you. I love you, B. You’ll always hold a hella fucking special place in my heart. No lie.
Love, your B.
Three year old me.
Drove all afternoon. It feels fucking great to be behind the wheel. I love it. Specially because it was damn beautiful today. The weather was amazing. I drive an automatic so I only use one foot (unless going uphill, bruvah) so I had my left leg up to my chest. FUCK IT WAS SO COMFORTABLE. Chillin with no makeup on. That’s how good I felt today.
I’m about to drive these little thugs out of the city. Love you two!
These two are the bestest. I don’t need to describe how much I’ll go for these two. I love you Madash. I love you Queefn Queef.
Baby sis, Dalia/Dalzi/Dalz/Dalzia/Dali. My smalls. My smurffy. Smurfette. I love you.