❝ 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇 ❞

one. bitchy bitches ✊🏻

okay so hi.

i'm nimi's bitch

actually scratch that. i'm her bitchy sister.

to anyone who thinks there're closer to her more than me. ur not.

(for reference. i have her fifth grade result which we were suppose to mail her after they moved 🤡)

let's see how it started tho shall we~

date : something
year : idk
in second grade

i arrive with my shirt and and a skirt thinking i'm a fucking dior model /kidding/

and i see you, (did u have glasses in second grade?)

OMG DO YALL KNOW NIMI HAD WEIRDASS PURPLE GLASSES AND SHE LOOKEDNAJHDHAHSJQSJSNEJQJ

she was very chubby and her cheeks pls i'm about to cRI- 😭😭

she was a very weird child ngl 😔✊

like fr those weird space ants books was more than necessary child 💀

and those library clubs OHMYGODDDDD

AND AND AND.

THE WEIRD DAB COMBOS WE DID FUCK.

and@:&/!:)$-$:-

REMEMBER THE EVER AFTER HIGH DANCE WE CHOREOGRAPHED AFTER AN EXAM WAS OVER AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS HELPPPP.

and how our arabic teacher hated u and how u almost cried 😳

and those overly long sleepovers ?

ahh memories.

staying up till six am and still not sleepy so we used to listen to lullabies to fall asleep 😶

ahh and in the spam of those late night hours. was crack.

(i cannot exaggerate this enough we invented CRACKHEADNESS )

from the hella cringy musicallys, to those burrito blankets and those blindfold makeup challenges pls.

i cannot forget the random out of context videos we made on my mac thinking we're some very successful you tubers 😖🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

oof-

i have so many memories with you but if i sit here and list all of them.. this chapter will be eighteen pages long.

pLUS you know i'm not the cheesy kind but i wanna say tysm for being by my side for a sold seven years. if it wasn't for you, my childhood wouldn't have been the way it was ❤️🥺

so yeet-

yeah i'll probably come back for more stories but i wanna nap so baiiiii

by. JOONCEPTION