PlasticBottru

An Experience

Added 2022-04-09 19:43:43 +0000 UTC

"Neon lights, deafening beats, shot after shot, bodies against bodies, fever pitch, minds lost. Bleach blond hair thinning at the ends, glitter on his eyes, pass him the bottle no need for a cup, kiss one or two or five or ten, platform boots and fur coats, hand on skin and skin on hands, shout your lungs out or he won't hear you. Never too many hair clips, never too many drinks, never too many kisses. Never too much Yulian, nobody can get enough."

I rly could sit here and talk endlessly about Yulian. How he used to play guitar and sing for his cool rock band before they broke up, how he dyes and messes with his hair so much it's damaged (he actually has curly hair), how he's somehow actually a pretty devout Catholic (💀 I know. You're asking "how tho". He just is) how he loves pink and plum eyeshadows so much, how he has a pink glock with those cute hello kitty charms you'd normally put on a cellphone, how he beats drug dealers almost to death, how he faintly smells like smoke and vodka yet overwhelmingly like Envy Me by Gucci, how the energies of parties fill up his body yet Sunday service fills up his soul. I could go on about it all. But you could tell already. He needs no words, Yuka in speaks for himself