do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
I’m a country girl. I want my horse fast, my truck big and my dog riding shotgun. I’m tough, but I still love to be treated like a princess. I want my drinks strong, my cowboy stronger and I know my God is the strongest.
but the real question is has nemo found himself
Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves
i need a new bra, looks like it’s time to take out a fucking loan