i would recommend listening to robbers by the 1975 + watching the music video before reading this!! i mean, it doesn't really make a difference i just think both are so beautiful. -
she had a face straight outta magazine god only knows but you'd never leave her
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katya sat quietly across the room from trixie, admiring her blonde curls and blush-pink lips. 'what are you looking at?' the girl smiled softly. 'nothing,' katya took a drag of her joint. 'just thinking about how beautiful my girlfriend is.' 'stop it, stupid. my hairs greasy and i stink, you could've found us a place to crash that has a fucking working shower.' 'you do not stink!' the russian exclaimed, giggling. 'you smell like, i don't know? you i guess. like birthday cake and playgrounds in summer.' 'i wish i could be that nice about you,' a small grin grew on the youngers face. 'but you just smell of spliff and cheap vodka.' 'you're as charming as the day i met you.' katya said sarcastically. 'seriously, babe. we can't crash here forever, the feds are looking for us and we've been in one place far too long.' 'yeah, yeah, you've said.' katya brushed her comment off. 'talk to me when i'm less high if you want a serious answer.' 'when are you ever not high, you fucking junkie.' trixie laughed. 'yeah but i'm your junkie.'
