yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


harper and i were into cars. we loved cars, the way they drove, the way they made us feel like people we werent, the way we could laugh when he taught me how to drive a standard and i'd stall. we loved speeding cars, and the feel of an orgasm while wheels were spinning, the sun through sunroofs and windows while we werent thinking about our lives or anyone elses. huge trunks we could both fit into, or fold down backseats that made perfect beds when you were so in love with me. the sound of the cell phone ringing under the front seat with michael trying to reach us but kissing your neck and pulling at you on top of me. feeling dark and then feeling great, feeling perfect then ugly and driving out the emotions, forgetting the environment and pollution and focusing on the streetlights and passing shine on the hood. bragging about your car to my friends, street racing expensive cars and feeling so fucking proud of my honda.we never lost but now the cars are gone, harper.
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