teenage love (Remove filter)
austin
i drive by the place we used to spend hours at, in the back of the car . up on that shitty hill behind my work.
i still feel the musty hands wrap tightly around my ill-ridden waist. teenage love they say.
love is hooking up in the back of a Ford F-150 with Joji playing in the background. love is pretending to be infatuated when in reality they want you to get them off. that is all.
you f...
Monday 13th July 2020 8:02 am
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