Be a bad bitch. Because you can.
I thought you were different. My bad.
I want this to be the last thing I ever write about you because you were always wrong for me.
Am I really asking for it?
Everything is not as it seems.
Why cry over a fuckboy when you can be not crying over a fuckboy?
If you’re looking for a rave bae, I suggest you find one before you go to the festival.
Your Brooklyn and my Brooklyn are not the same.
If you’re not sorry, don’t apologize. If you’re not going to forgive, then don’t accept it.
I went on a lot of Tinder dates so you don’t have to.