24kmar

[24kmar]

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

[24kmar]

ATTRACT LOVE ❀⋆.ೃ࿔

・ ౨ৎ ・。 ・ ౨ৎ ・。 ・ ౨ৎ ・。 ・ ౨ৎ ・。

ʚ i feel loved and i am loved

ʚ i only radiate love

ʚ i am wrapped in loving energy

ʚ i am grateful for the love around me

ʚ i am filled with love

ʚ i know love flows through me

ʚ i attract loving people into my life

ʚ it’s safe for me to receive love

ʚ i embrace my imperfections

ʚ i deserve to be loved and cherished

ʚ there’s nothing greater than self love

ʚ i am in harmony with the beauty of life

　 　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

[24kmar]

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[24kmar]

────       INTRODUCING   .   .   .      ❛     ✶   PRINCESS!READER   ❜

❛     ✶   PRINCESS!READER   ❜

⌗         called ❛ princess ❜ since she was little, spoilt, sparkly, and always got her way. Her daddy made sure of it. Barry’s the only one who makes it sound real, like it’s not an insult. born in a figure-eight but not like the rest – too soft, too emotional, cried at birthday parties and smoked weed under the dock by thirteen. Girls like her aren’t supposed to end up high in a dealer’s bed, coke on her gums and smeared gloss, but she does. And she likes it. Barry makes it feel holy. 

⌗         She's a mess in the prettiest ways: lashes always curled, lip gloss always reapplied, crying over songs no one else understands. sleeps with the light on. keeps all her childhood stuffed animals. But that's a secret.

⌗         not built for pain but addicted to it anyway. coke, weed, Barry’s rough hands on her throat. calls it therapy. has a polaroid of her and Rafe in her drawer. hasn’t thrown it away. Barry knows. He doesn’t care. She always climbs in his bed at the end of the night. obsessed with love. wants to be ruined and taken care of. 

⌗         wants to be someone’s. Barry makes her feel both the ruin and the rescue. always cold, always in fur. Barry teases her for it but gives her his hoodie anyway. Everyone says she’s too pretty for the cut, but that’s where she runs when her daddy screams or Rafe disappears. She always finds Barry. He always lets her in.

❛     ✶   PAIRED WITH BARRY   ❜

⌗         She’s the only one who can touch his face. runs her fingers down his jaw when he’s angry. He leans into it like it’s oxygen. He never calls her by her real name. It’s always ❛ princess ❜, ❛ my girl ❜, or ❛ baby ❜—but never sarcastic. If anything, reverent.

⌗         doesn’t let her pay for drugs. ever. She offers all bratty and pouty. He ignores her. gives her the best stuff, always. lets her cry mid-fuck. doesn’t stop. just kisses her harder, tells her she’s okay, that he’s got her, that ❛ nobody’s gonna hurt you when you’re mine. ❜ Barry brings her flowers sometimes. in a paper bag. picked off someone else’s porch. She thinks they’re the most romantic thing in the world. She sleeps best in his bed. sprawled out, still wearing fur. He never sleeps much, just watches her breathe.

⌗         He’d do anything for her. like anything. the kind of love that gets dangerous fast. He’s already punched Rafe for making her cry. nearly pulled a gun on her dad once.

⌗         They don’t talk about being official. They just are. No one else touches her. No one else dares. She’ll pout until he fingers her in public. He’ll groan, ❛ You’re such a fuckin’ brat. ❜ But he always gives in. When she’s too high, too teary, too much—he carries her to bed, gets her water, kisses her forehead. says, ❛ You’re my problem now. ❜

❛     ✶   OCCASIONALLY RAFE . . . THERE BIGGEST PROBLEM   ❜

⌗         They used to be everything. her in his lap, giggling with coke under her nails, his girl in every way that mattered. He ruined it. too high, too angry, too much. She was his first real love. He was her first heartbreak. It was loud and messy and unforgettable. He still dreams about her.

⌗         now? She's at Barry's. draped in his hoodie. lips swollen from kissing someone else. Rafe sees it every time he picks up—Barry makes sure he does. He’s a wreck over her. full relapse. drugged out and shaking, but still soft-eyed when she walks in a room. Rafe begs sometimes. not even ashamed. ❛ Just come back. just tonight. ❜ She kisses his cheek and says, ❛ You’re too much, Rafe. you always were. ❜ He’s not her man anymore. He’s just the boy who used to be. the boy who fucked it all up.

⌗         Barry makes him apologise when he’s upset her. won’t sell to him unless he says sorry. And Rafe does. every time. He’s jealous, sure. But mostly he’s just broken. She was his light. Now she only shines for someone else.

⌗         he’d take her back in a second. No questions. no fixes. Just let him hold her again. He swears he’ll be better, even if everyone knows he won’t.

what to expect? honestly like 70% barry and 30% rafe — this isn’t a full rafe x reader zone since reader and barry are kinda together (its messy, clearly). i could totally do texts for them too, and requests are sooo welcome. 

masterlist here (coming soon)

© BARRYSLUV ⋆ please don’t copy, repost, or share my work anywhere else—it stays here only.

[24kmar]

Omg look at what I found 😪

Rafe bby youre so silly 🤭😽

[24kmar]

Introducing Coconut!Reader

You can call it sleeping around. I call it strategic networking.

Paired with Rafe and Ward Cameron

content warning: Cheating? if you consider that but mostly just father and son sharing the same woman

Requests for this au OPEN/closed

Divider by THE QUEEN @starfxkrinc

Coconut is all bounce and gloss silk robes, ballet pink nails, designer heels with bows, rollers in her hair, and gloss on her pout.

Think “Barbie meets bombshell” all soft curves, plush lips, and giggles. People see her and assume she’s just another pretty face who majored in “how to smile pretty.”

But the bitch has a 4.0 GPA, graduated top of her class in pre-law as summa cum laude. and she’s currently securing her degree in urban development with a business minor. Brains so sharp they could cut glass.

Former Miss North Carolina Teen and a Miss USA Top 5 finalist. Her pageant walk is so precise it could hypnotize a room, and she’s got a terrifyingly sweet voice she uses like a weapon.

She knows how to network, flirt, disarm, and charm thank you, pageant training. That’s how she landed her internship at Cameron Development.

She flutters her lashes in interviews but hits harder than any other candidate in data analytics. Ward said, “You’re too pretty to know what zoning codes are.” She replied with the entire state regulation index from memory.

Ward is intrigued first by her body, then by her mind, then back to her body. When he offers her a “bonus” for working late, she acts shy, but takes it.

She starts sleeping with Ward because he throws money at her like she’s a damn trust fund. Cashmere sets, vintage pearls, a new Cartier bracelet “for being such a good little intern.”

She lets him call her “doll,” but only if she gets the black Amex when she wants it. She’s not ashamed he’s the one panting at her feet.

Rafe catches her sneaking out of his dad’s office in smeared lipstick and thigh highs. She tries to lie. He laughs.

“You’re not even subtle,” he growls, cornering her in the elevator. “You’re gonna fuck him and not me?”

She’s cocky about it until he makes her beg on her knees right in Ward’s office chair. After that, Rafe makes Ward share.

Now she’s their perfect little secret silk and lace between two generations of Cameron power.

Her biggest kink? Making men underestimate her and then owning their entire business plan in one sentence.

She wears pastels and keeps her voice sweet, but she’s vicious behind a keyboard.

Ward lets her sit in on meetings just for the view, but she ends up correcting his executives mid presentation.

Rafe starts letting her take calls for him because she negotiates harder than he does.

Ward calls her “Sugar,” “Princess,” and “Sweet girl.” He likes her docile, on his lap, brushing her curls while he sips bourbon.

Rafe calls her “My little intern,” “Pretty bitch,” and “Cameron Property.” He likes to wreck her lipstick before board meetings.

She lets them think they own her when really, she owns them both.

She’s a pillow princess with Ward, soft moans and legs open while he worships her like a dirty church prayer.

With Rafe? It’s rougher. Meaner. Messier. He likes to see the lipgloss smeared, the pageant girl ruined.

They both think she belongs to them but she’s got their names memorized in her planner like appointments:

9am: Blow Ward before morning meeting.

1pm: Let Rafe bend you over the desk.

6pm: Pretend like nothing happened and look pretty at the fundraiser.

Ward buys her a house. Rafe buys her a car.

Ward wants to take her to Europe for “company expansion.” Rafe threatens to move her to his penthouse just to keep her close.

She smiles through it all, files her nails, and books both flights. Who said you couldn’t have sugar from two sides of the spoon?

She’s using all of this for her thesis: “Gender, Power, and Capitalism: Sleeping With The American Elite.”

And yes she plans to publish it anonymously, after graduation, once she’s long gone… with the Camerons’ secrets and their money.

ALTERNATE ENDING I couldn’t decide which one so requests are open for Both!

Eventually, Ward proposes. Of course he does. She’s the perfect southern wife on paper, smart, stunning, obedient in public.

The engagement is a society spectacle thousand dollar cake tastings, Vogue coverage, diamonds bigger than her ego. She says yes with teary eyes and crossed legs. It’s what she was raised for to secure a name, a legacy, a life of luxury.

The ring never stops her. On the night of her engagement party, Rafe sneaks into the bathroom and takes her from behind while she moans into the marble.

The pearl necklace she wore to the dinner is still around her throat when he finishes. Ward knows. He always knows. He just doesn’t care not as long as she comes home to his bed at the end of the night, looking like money and ruin.

She’s a wife, a whore, a scholar, and a mastermind. She knows Ward will die loving her and Rafe will die chasing her. She keeps both. Rafe calls her a slut when he’s buried inside her. Ward calls her Mrs. Cameron. She lets both speak. She never loses.

In the end?

She doesn’t just have the crown.

She is the empire.

[24kmar]

Introducing Coconut!Reader

You can call it sleeping around. I call it strategic networking.

Paired with Rafe and Ward Cameron

content warning: Cheating? if you consider that but mostly just father and son sharing the same woman

Requests for this au OPEN/closed

Divider by THE QUEEN @starfxkrinc

Coconut is all bounce and gloss silk robes, ballet pink nails, designer heels with bows, rollers in her hair, and gloss on her pout.

Think “Barbie meets bombshell” all soft curves, plush lips, and giggles. People see her and assume she’s just another pretty face who majored in “how to smile pretty.”

But the bitch has a 4.0 GPA, graduated top of her class in pre-law as summa cum laude. and she’s currently securing her degree in urban development with a business minor. Brains so sharp they could cut glass.

Former Miss North Carolina Teen and a Miss USA Top 5 finalist. Her pageant walk is so precise it could hypnotize a room, and she’s got a terrifyingly sweet voice she uses like a weapon.

She knows how to network, flirt, disarm, and charm thank you, pageant training. That’s how she landed her internship at Cameron Development.

She flutters her lashes in interviews but hits harder than any other candidate in data analytics. Ward said, “You’re too pretty to know what zoning codes are.” She replied with the entire state regulation index from memory.

Ward is intrigued first by her body, then by her mind, then back to her body. When he offers her a “bonus” for working late, she acts shy, but takes it.

She starts sleeping with Ward because he throws money at her like she’s a damn trust fund. Cashmere sets, vintage pearls, a new Cartier bracelet “for being such a good little intern.”

She lets him call her “doll,” but only if she gets the black Amex when she wants it. She’s not ashamed he’s the one panting at her feet.

Rafe catches her sneaking out of his dad’s office in smeared lipstick and thigh highs. She tries to lie. He laughs.

“You’re not even subtle,” he growls, cornering her in the elevator. “You’re gonna fuck him and not me?”

She’s cocky about it until he makes her beg on her knees right in Ward’s office chair. After that, Rafe makes Ward share.

Now she’s their perfect little secret silk and lace between two generations of Cameron power.

Her biggest kink? Making men underestimate her and then owning their entire business plan in one sentence.

She wears pastels and keeps her voice sweet, but she’s vicious behind a keyboard.

Ward lets her sit in on meetings just for the view, but she ends up correcting his executives mid presentation.

Rafe starts letting her take calls for him because she negotiates harder than he does.

Ward calls her “Sugar,” “Princess,” and “Sweet girl.” He likes her docile, on his lap, brushing her curls while he sips bourbon.

Rafe calls her “My little intern,” “Pretty bitch,” and “Cameron Property.” He likes to wreck her lipstick before board meetings.

She lets them think they own her when really, she owns them both.

She’s a pillow princess with Ward, soft moans and legs open while he worships her like a dirty church prayer.

With Rafe? It’s rougher. Meaner. Messier. He likes to see the lipgloss smeared, the pageant girl ruined.

They both think she belongs to them but she’s got their names memorized in her planner like appointments:

9am: Blow Ward before morning meeting.

1pm: Let Rafe bend you over the desk.

6pm: Pretend like nothing happened and look pretty at the fundraiser.

Ward buys her a house. Rafe buys her a car.

Ward wants to take her to Europe for “company expansion.” Rafe threatens to move her to his penthouse just to keep her close.

She smiles through it all, files her nails, and books both flights. Who said you couldn’t have sugar from two sides of the spoon?

She’s using all of this for her thesis: “Gender, Power, and Capitalism: Sleeping With The American Elite.”

And yes she plans to publish it anonymously, after graduation, once she’s long gone… with the Camerons’ secrets and their money.

ALTERNATE ENDING I couldn’t decide which one so requests are open for Both!

Eventually, Ward proposes. Of course he does. She’s the perfect southern wife on paper, smart, stunning, obedient in public.

The engagement is a society spectacle thousand dollar cake tastings, Vogue coverage, diamonds bigger than her ego. She says yes with teary eyes and crossed legs. It’s what she was raised for to secure a name, a legacy, a life of luxury.

The ring never stops her. On the night of her engagement party, Rafe sneaks into the bathroom and takes her from behind while she moans into the marble.

The pearl necklace she wore to the dinner is still around her throat when he finishes. Ward knows. He always knows. He just doesn’t care not as long as she comes home to his bed at the end of the night, looking like money and ruin.

She’s a wife, a whore, a scholar, and a mastermind. She knows Ward will die loving her and Rafe will die chasing her. She keeps both. Rafe calls her a slut when he’s buried inside her. Ward calls her Mrs. Cameron. She lets both speak. She never loses.

In the end?

She doesn’t just have the crown.

She is the empire.

[24kmar]

Even if I don’t feel like it, I know I am HER. A goddess all around, the universe itself, the creator and the receiver of all her desires.

I don’t chase, I attract- people, money, opportunities. I've needed anyone- esp a man to tell me what to do or how to live, I mean seriously.. what can a man do 444 me, except bow or die? I exude elegance, strength, and fearlessness. I am unforgettable & undeniable. I deserve the best and only the best, exactly as i receive. Just by looking at me, it’s like people fall immensely in love. And I get it.

I create my own reality, i refuse to try 222 fit into anyone else’s. I’m always the hottest in da room. my very essence is hypnotizing. i exude sensual, sexy black cat energy when I want, but then soft, doe angel girl every other time.

Am i surprised by the amount of attention I get? no. I’m literally a life-size moster high doll. I’m immune to bad angles, honestly… immune to looking bad at all. The walking, talking embodiment of the song, love potions.

I already won.

[24kmar]

I wanna be in the middle

im starting a rumor.

[24kmar]

❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― marvel !

summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣

— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.

Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.

— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.

Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.

— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.

Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.

— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”

Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.

— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”

Rating: 0/10. Wicked.

— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.

Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.

— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.

Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.

[24kmar]

hey sunshine! ✨

i’m from the future and i’m here to tell u..

everything worked out! i got ur dream life, dream body and face, ur a millionaire, ur super happy, u got ur lover, u got caring fun friends, ur super smart, u got ur dream closet, u got everything u could ever desire and more! because..

because u persisted. u didn’t give up when u got scared and had doubts. u didn’t listen to the negative ppl spewing bs. u kept it pushing n now u get to relax in ur dream life.

u owe this to urself to keep persisting n stay consistent!! ur future self is waiting for u w a mojito in a luxurious robe by the pool 💕🌸☀️🥥

[24kmar]

Daddy & Daddy fr 💀

I think I’m understanding it now

[24kmar]

OUUU 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Thinking about bf!art who’s so obsessed with you that it borders unhealthy…

You’re the first thing on his mind in the morning; what do you want for breakfast, is that position you’re sleeping in comfortable, are you going to kiss him good morning or just say the words— all questions he sifts through. He doesn’t even have time to wipe the sleep out of his eyes before you consume his thoughts.

Most of the time, he sits on his side of the bed and gazes at your serene figure glowing softly in the early morning light. He hates to disturb you, knowing how upset you usually are when he does, but seeing you like that never fails to awaken an almost desperate need for you within him. He’ll fight it off for as long as possible, but as you release a deep sigh and shift your head his way, showcasing that pretty fucking face, he just can’t help it. So, in the blink of an eye, he’s pressed his body against you, one arm underneath your torso and the other on top of it, caging you in his warmth. He’ll lay there like that with you, matching your rhymic breathing like it were the beat to his favorite song, until you wake for the day, ready and willing to give him all your love.

And boy is he demanding of your love.

Art's like a battery of sorts when it comes to affection. When you've given him enough, charged him with your kisses, affirmations, or whatever else you were willing to give, he's at his best and brightest, going through the world with a big, lopsided grin and tingles in his chest. This is where he likes to be--- full of your love. However, if he feels as if he hasn't gotten his fair share, and starts feeling a little neglected or ignored, be prepared for a completely different boyfriend.

He'll show his discontent in small ways at first-- way more touching, little whines and grumbles when you're focused on something else, pointless reminiscing just to get you to talk-- all ways of him trying to scratch his itch for your attention. But if all that fails, and you're still not giving him what he wants, he gets more and more demanding. You were working on an important work project? Guess who just shut your computer! You were in the middle of a phone call? Guess who has the overwhelming urge to kiss you now! You were on the way to meet up with a friend? Guess who's not letting you out of the house (at least without a fight)? He just can't help it. When it comes to you and your love, he needs all of it and then some.

But, he's also incredibly aware of how smothering he can be sometimes. It's one of the things he's most insecure about in your relationship, actually.

To him, his want for you never runs dry. He could sit in an empty room, with nothing but you to entertain him, and he'd feel as if he'd just sailed the seven seas. So why don't you feel the same? Why do you constantly seem to push for space? Why don't you want all the love he has for you?

He'll rarely ever bring that insecurity up, though. To him, it's pointless-- you can't make yourself want more of what you already have. Instead, he'll just try to find new ways to present it to you.

Naturally, he likes to show his love through his money and his time.

In the beginning, you had to get used to his on-a-whim, thousand-dollar restaurant dates or his random weekend vacations for the two of you. You had to learn how to accept the designer clothes he bought you, or the big bouquets of roses he sent to your house and your job. You had to learn to lean into having a man who was willing to drop any plans he had the second you called him.

And it was a lot.

Sometimes too much, and Art started to pick up on that.

So he adjusted.

Instead of buying you lavish gifts and taking you fancy places all the time, he started to cut back to maybe once or twice a month (still insane but he's trying). He planned smaller, quieter dates for the two of you, like cooking dinner or baking together, or trying new desert shops around the city, and can you tell this boy really likes to feed you? He began to focus his efforts on being more helpful to you, as well. Need him to pick up some dry cleaning? Done. Sick of washing dishes? He's got it covered. Forgot to order groceries for the week? He's already made a list. Any and everything he could do to make life stress-free for you, he'd do.

And then don't even get me started on the sex.

Art is absolutely drunk on you. Your body, your scent, your voice-- all of it.

Before you two were together, Art was ashamed of the way he lusted after you. It made him feel perverted and dirty sometimes, the way he’d be practically drooling at the slightest glimpse of your shape. He was always the first to view your Instagram stories, (because he had your page notifications on) and at first he told himself that he was just eager to see your cute little selfies or your adorable little fit checks. The amount of cleavage you displayed was just a plus! But soon after, he found himself fiendish over the detail pictures you’d post, showcasing your tight-fitting shirts, or the necklaces that dangled just above your tits, or the low-waisted jeans that curved artfully around your ass. The way you presented yourself was just so enticing to him. A little at a time, just a glimpse per picture. Enough to let his imagination run wild, but not enough to fulfill his fantasies.

So you can imagine that from the time Art got his first fill of you and then on, he was in heaven. You were better than every fantasy, dream, thought- everything he’d ever dreamt up. The second you pulled off his shirt and told him to lay back, that you’d give him what he needed, he was a lovesick puppy under your care, and he loved that. He swore with every command you gave or moan you drew from him, he was falling deeper into you.

However, this also ignited a new passion in him. He had to be the best, just as he felt you were. Had to be good for you, or else what was his purpose?

So, he spent hours and hours studying the porn you watched, trying so desperately to mimic the strokes and moans of the men you got off to. He studied the positions you liked and even did a little research on his own to know which ones would feel the best for you. He wanted to make you throw your head back in bliss, moan uncontrollably, and glow from how good you felt, time and time again, and he was determined to do what it took to make that happen. He'd do it all and then some, and all he needed to hear was you saying his name.

Oh, and speaking of saying his name, that's one of his biggest turn-ons. He likes to say there's a certain tone you use, intentionally or not, that mimics the sultriness of a siren, and he can't stop himself from getting hard every time he hears it. Maybe it's the tone itself, or the fact that you're calling him in the first place, but he can't help the way his mind gets all fuzzy from it, only focusing on your voice and the way your lips move to say the syllable.

There’s nobody else on the planet that has ever, or will ever make Art feel the way you do. You make his body feel ways it never has, make his heart light up with feelings he didn’t know existed. In such a short span of time, you’ve become his everything, and that’s why he’s determined to keep you as his for as long as he can.

As long as he can. As long as you let him. Because he’ll be only yours for forever and ever.

Your sweet, lovesick bf!art.

A/N: this was just a massive brain dump for art since he’s been on my mind since i watched the movie LOL. want him SO BADDDDD

[24kmar]

even more texts with bf!rafe

my library. part one. part two.

[24kmar]

Asking everyone to report this weird bitch on wattpad who is stealing my work and pretending to be me! She’s stealing from a black creator/writer and also switched black!reader to white!reader.

This is upsetting and annoying.

@bernardsbendystraws @colorthecosmos444 @thenickgirl @mattslolita @leoslaboratory

@whore4mattsturniolo @sosasturns @snoopychris @nickssidewitch @lunasbongrip

@sturnioz-main @submattsgf @submattenthusiast @mattybsgroupie @sturnioz

PLZ TAG OTHER PPL!!

[24kmar]

oh I need the buzz back

[24kmar]

The projecting is crazy 😭