chelleybellss

I fucking love punk music. I am punk

There’s nothing that excites me more than a pretty face

I sometimes remember how I used to think about this one girl. Man did she drive me insane, but her face… It turns me on just thinking about it. She had me tied down to her, she knew what she was doing. How she dressed in clothes to accentuate her figure, her unique features, her full lips. I dreamed about kissing them often. She was so fucking sexy. We used to get high together. After school or photography class, we’d take the train down to Brooklyn, get off at Marcy ave, walk, and go to this rooftop. Every moment shared a level of intimacy, but man did I used to be nervous around her. We’d smoke a blunt watch the view of the Williamsburg Bridge and I’d put on some slum village because that was her favorite artist. Those moments I loved her, thoughts ran my mind about us being together, I wanted no one else but her, only her.