Aug 31, 2019
*psychic trying to read my mind*
my mind:
Oh, it’s 𝓃𝑒𝓌 the shape of your body, it’s 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 the feeling I’ve got and it’s ₒₒₕ, wₕₒₐ ₒₕ it’s a cruᵤᵤᵤₑel summer. It’s 𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓵 that’s what I tell ‘em, no 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 in breakable heaven but ₒₒₕ, wₕₒₐ ₒₕ it’s a cruᵤᵤᵤₑel summer with you. I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar ᴏʜ said “ᵢ'ₘ 𝒻ᵢₙₑ”, but it wasn’t true I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you and I, snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate ᴏʜ and I screamed 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕?Ｈｅ ｌｏｏｋｓ ｕｐ， ｇｒｉｎｎｉｎｇ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｄｅｖｉｌ
psychic: what th e fuc k
