#NeedForSpeed ⚡️

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@mollysantana 🌌🇺🇸

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I seen this guy 80 times

Lowkey a friend at this point

He don't want none from me

The Specter of Death, 1907 - pastel on paper — Kazimierz Stabrowski (Polish, 1869-1929)

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Forgot that phones can read thoughts lol we good @mollysantana

i forgot how to flirt but i can gag on your dick if you want

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Ofc you never seen me before

My bad Sweetheart

I kinda like that name for you

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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I'm not even a bad person I just have to be one in order to get out of here

They're the ones in the wrong

I can kill I have the green light

Just not here that would be very stupid

And not them

They're confused

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Me tryna clean involved a stiff arm and a fuck you

So don't even say I'm tripping

I been needing to work out at home because I overdosed

This is what they hear: 📻🖥️📻🕹️📻🕹️📠📠📠💽📠📺🖥️📺🖥️🖨️🖨️🖥️🕹️📀📺📻

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Don't play with God

That's all they do