Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin’ with no make-up on; that’s when you the prettiest, I hope that you don’t take it wrong.  

Drake can sing me to sleep whenever he pleases.

ashes, ashes; we all fall down.

19 | detroit

i am not my faults, nor my insecurities; i am merely the sum of my thoughts - and a heart darkly dreaming.

there is more to me than often meets the eye.

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