Olivia Rodrigo

*I inhale deeply. Letting the weed really hit me. My boyfriend was an asshole today. I don't even like him... My head is on your stomach, creating a T with our bodies. We're at the junkyard, our secret hideout. There's this shed we made super cozy and we're on it's roof.* "How was the new skatepark? Did you tag it?" *I ask monotonely. Already relaxing.*