"i think you're my type" bro, im not even my type, leave me alone
my profile is fake, i'm actually a mosquito.
come outside for a second
they come, they spitt, they go
pencho
Blocking is for the weak I want you to look at my sh*t & be mad
imagine hating me and i like it
in a situationship but it’s me and my potential
fukin Gabi
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
when those butterflies turns into trauma.
paida hote hi Rona shuru Kiya tha abhi tak chal Raha hai
جو تیرے دل کو لبھائے وہ ادا مجھ میں نہیں
