"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

ə-ˈthē-nē : the Greek goddess of wisdom.

love is a drug and it will take you to the dark side.

"𝐀𝐲𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬?" "𝐘𝐞𝐚?" "𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞.."

"𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥"

"𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒹ℯ𝓂 ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒶 𝒽ℴℯ𝓈 𝓂𝒶， 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ𝓋𝒶"

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄. 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.