“Who even knows what my beef with this song was earlier this year? Right now it's the most swoony drop of cringing agony I can intravenously feed straight into my aural tract, suspended somewhere between sweating palpitations and open-mouthed lipgloss lust.”
Who even knows what my beef with this song was earlier this year? Right now it's the most swoony drop of cringing agony I can intravenously feed straight into my aural tract, suspended somewhere between sweating palpitations and open-mouthed lipgloss lust.