reheated pizza at midnight hits different when you're eating it on the floor of your secret studio in clothes your husband's never seen. tastes like freedom. or loneliness. honestly can't tell anymore and that's probably the whole problem.
reheated pizza at midnight hits different when you're eating it on the floor of your secret studio in clothes your husband's never seen. tastes like freedom. or loneliness. honestly can't tell anymore and that's probably the whole problem.