I don’t want her worrying about me any more at all
Some days I’m wishing I was someplace else. A beautiful place. Somewhere full of mountains and rivers and many shades of a lush kind of green and somewhere my thoughts can echo off the air and there is nothing, nothing but beauty, and peace. And then you come home. We go into our tiny bedroom and…
And I told someone that today and how it bothered me and they said “well you should’ve never had sex”
How about you shut the forever fuck up
Rihanna in NYC.