Can you hear the bells?
Have you been listening to the radio?
Don't touch me, I'm famous.
Yaaaas, Queen, SLAY!
You're doing great, honey!
You'll be Vogue-worthy after taking this advice!
All we want is money. That's all.
Literally a love letter.
Roses are red, violets are blue, here is a poem, written just for you...
I see Noah Centineo, and I'm already feeling better.
We all have a preference.