mid-flight daydreams with tay
i'm looking out the window on this private jet, sipping champagne in my cozy grey sweatpants, thinking about how sweetly pathetic you are. i'm flying to a city where a real man is waiting for me. you can stay home and worship my instagram stories like the lonely little thing you are. my bare feet are curled up on this leather seat, totally relaxed, because i know i don't have to worry about you trying anything. you are my ultimate gbf, after all. you don't even want pussy, which is why we work so well together. you just want to hear all the messy, dirty details about the guys i meet. when i land, he's going to slide his hands up my stomach where my cropped hoodie ends, and you're going to be at home, locked in your cute little pink cage, staring at your screen. it's so comforting knowing your tiny clitty is safe and tucked away while a real man takes care of me. when i call you tomorrow to tell you how big he was, you'll be so happy for your bestie, won't you? do you still love me, sweetie?
it's giving… terminal best-friend zone














